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Catastrafy
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Date Posted: 21:11:17 01/23/03 Thu
(Nice one....!!! ;) )
*A starry place, she had been, aimlessly lost in sweet discord. Contently lost she was, in this starry place as she was floated about, her form nothing. Nothing but crimson light. But all senses remained. She could hear, feel the caressing breeze, smell, and see. See perfectly.*
*Only thing different....she was not breathing. Not breathing at all*
*Even stranger, she was begining to catch glimpses of breaks of familiarity. Familiar scents, familiar surroundings....she just couldn't place it. She was contently lost, and almost could care less. But then there were those voices, those smells, and even those pains. Pains? Where their to be such things in this life she life that was consumming her? Her auds had always heard different from the whispers of the deadly night. Why was this so? Nevermind....the pain stopped, but now there were words. Latin?*
*The femme continued to soar, vexation toiling her wanted bliss, as surroundings all of a sudden became a medly of blues, silver, white, some black and reds. It had just been red before. A wicked, enthralling crimson....Why was this so?*
*So passionately did the once dark being, for that was all she remembered herself as or being, try to comprehend this unexplainable changes, but the sudden feeling of suction was distracting her. She cursed. A fire grew within her, the curse swung into the illuminous nothing on her raspy, yet strikingly astute vocals.*
*The dwelling was shifting, molding into what could be called walls, and foundations, blocks and figures. A good sum of figures, somewhat placed over her. Why was this so? She didn't understand, even so an anger appearing as she back-winged to get away from the appearing visions. Back-winged? She didn't have wigs before, but then a looking angled was swiveled.....their they were.*
*Scales were also forming in trinkets and bundles, as a suction seemed to grow. Larger plates of armor appeared, slowly covering the crimson glow, as a alarming yet pleasant howl priced the wind. A tail was perking, large dagger eruptng from it, as the world began to spin. Dial lowered, and limbs with sharp members were made known, as the hues began to collide. Ears form, just under lengthy horns, sweeping off a crimson skull, harnessing golden gazers, as she was pulled back. And final, a tongue rested in not-minded moisture, as a breeze teased it, in one direction, and then the next. Frequent was this breeze, accompanied by the rise and fall of her breast, she observed. A breath? A breath?!*
*She had never known, but lids had fallen over the beaming balls within. They withdraw, but not totally, as the goldens scream for some sort of shading from the intense light. But they soon assure the peekers that all is sound, and they could gaze unto the old, yet new world.*
*The red form comes to life, extremities twitching, muscles being flexed. Slitted pupils slide from left to right. Many forms, many faces. It seemed she was in somekind of liar, floor bound, a dragoness beside her, and a strikingly handsome brute before her. He looked distraut. Others were near as well, some like her and some not....she could smell it. Why was this so?*
*On an intake of oxygen, a sudden light blinds her, a deep pulsing in her mind. She is thrown back forcefully, as if this trip into the deep space of such a twisted one was utterly necessary. And then the visions. Pictures moving about the endless space, jumpled and in their own quarry, absent from her uderstanding. But still she watched. But now uniform, though faster and faster. But still she watched, golden lookers maximizing. They were falling into order now, yes, an order....a past. Al together now....a dragon, a kiss, a flight to new lands. More dragons, many dragons, acceptance. The prevous dragon, words exchanged, in a dark place, a dark lair. A war has just ended A cliff, steep cliffs, a fight, a fight to the death. Broken wings, broken body, a gold dragonness, and two blacks, male and female, caring for her, their names? Two of egyptain origin. They come faster. A healing, a journey to new lands, a desert, a black, her name is wrong, it is fixed, a position, a dragonness, black and a friend. A blue appears, scales golden tipped, hunting, the black friend vanishes. A dance, humans, humanity a guise, they dance, all red, they dance after she shops, what was this shopping? Enter a room, the blue dragon, drinks, talking, a dance, a runaway kiss. Confusion, more kisses, more dancing, a private feast, a delightfl surprise. A red, young, as they return to familiar lands. The black from before, now with a white, or maybe silver, different from them. Together they are, back in the blacks ruling, the red bounces about, a sandstorm, the young red grows and changes. Silver now, large. Fights with red and blue, another war arises. this war claims many, later, where is this? A king dies in love, of love, a golden strike. Moons pass, she goes away, blue and red together. The golden dies a queen, many mysteries. Blue and red together, talking, kisses, embraces. Who was this lover of azure? Eggs, more youth, growing, some are lost, two to be found, red easy to find. Happiness. Now loneliness, discord, no harmony. VOices come for two, red and black. Black distraut, youths around him, a fight, silver and silver, large crimson there, powerful was she? Silver and red leave. More voices, lack of understanding, now withdraw. Where was the blue with gold tipped scales. Youths still missing, loneliness and heartbreak. No sense made, flying now, flying ended. Into a liar, much like she saw early, laying, hearing, another surprise. Somethings triggeres, a dark voice, a stench, all is lost, foul words, imprisoned. Imprisoned. Fighting. Death.*
*The showing stops, all the smells, recollections, and feelings put to a hault. Now she hears. Names were they...what were these voices*
Azriel, Catastrafy, Soul Reaver, Rage, Dark Lair, B&C, Common Sense, Fyeren, Katastropha, Tyreal, Flecks, Soul Reaver, Rage, Common Sense, Shadow Dancer, Isis, Azriel, Catastrafy, Soul Reaver, Desert Illusions, Dizaster, Osiris, Azriel.....Azriel....Azrie....Azri....Azr...Az....A.......
*The words, the names, the dubbings. They final stop. She finally breahts. She finally thinks. She finally realizes. The rouge shall rise*
*The crimson lady rises, from her long journey. Eyes beam in recognition of everything, feelings pulse within her. There no more pain. Words have been given to her...a response is required. A weary voice responds....a feline grin though shaky....always a crimson lady....the rouge....*
Thank you.....Flecks....thank you, very much....
(dear lord, i don't even want to know how much i just wrote. and i'm suppose to be studying for a final! i had to follow my mind, and if this is unbelievably confusing, is because my mind is everywhere right now. my fingers were simply trying to follow. but i'm gonna go study now. see y'all later....night. nell)
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