Author:
Rage
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Date Posted: 01:40:02 02/13/03 Thu
(Curse sickness!)
-Oh how the Shadow Lord knew how to push his bottons-
-A rumbling is given once more as crimsons glare towards the one of shifting ebon'-
"Ye have felt the stab of tratiors so I guess you would know. After all was it not your mate that was found with another?"
-RAGE knew this would do little if any to provoke the Lord-
-But would be yet another strike against him-
-Still he pressed on-
"You twist and use other's of this side for your own good, but when that is done to ye. You nearly crumble. Do not deny, for if you have not forgotten I have a connection there...as I do all areas. Not just the Light Realm."
-Now look what he had done! Caused him to slump to the point of bickering and for what?-
-To have him only belittle more and soon before his mate-
-For yes she was in the land once more-
-He could feel her, sense her-
-What would the ShadowLord have to say to this-
-Time would tell-
-Crimsons swivel to the dragoness of golden hue-
-She was the problem now, he would deal with the other when the time came-
-Snarling he lowerd his hunches and smirked-
-Tylons of silver gleam as whip snaked about hind feet-
"I'd say ladies first...but you are anything but that to me."
-Voice taking on a sound of a hiss as he sprang forth-
-Time to duel-
-The Ready-
-The Angerd-
~*~RAGE~*~
(Don't ask...I'm sick and that was stupid and sucked *Sighs)
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