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Date Posted: 21:26:01 11/23/03 Sun
Author: SteelSings
Subject: Live.For.The.Moment
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

An enormous silver and black shape crested the winds over a hill. Regally it glided toward them on huge, bat-like wings boned in silver. The mature dragon lit the ground and advanced, wings half extended. This dragon was nearly eighty feet long, with a tail that was half again as long as she was. Though there were much larger dragons out there, none had the presence the made the air hum as this one did. Her scales were a bright, almost glowing shade of silver on her back, then ivory on her belly. Black scales glittered at her imperial face and washed over her body, dotted here and there. Like some other dragons, this one had slver talons and teeth, in addition to the silver bones that glittered in the delicate hide of her wings. Her eyes, silver around slit pupils like a cats, were cold indeed. Sparks and threads similar to lightning jumped over her scales; her golden headcrest was rose from a broad forehead and swept down her shouldeers. She bridled, scales ruffling. the grass beneath her talons began to scorch. An evil gleam peirced from her eyes.

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[> Unleash the dragon -- Shazaam, 22:40:36 11/23/03 Sun [1]

Irritation boiled deep within the mahogany stud. Flying lizards with dragon breath coming in from all directions... Evils coming out of the woodwork to answer the summons of their failing leader... pitiful excuses for equines who felt they had to hurt and destroy others only to prove how "evil" they were. The dark bay couldn't quite repress the urge to roll his eyes at the sheer melodramatic nature of it. Perhaps one day the Dark horses would learn to be content with what they had. He watched with hooded eyes as his beloved mother took on Adrian, proving to all that she still possessed the beauty, grace, and will to confront all who posed a threat to her family and lands. Standing with hooves planted firmly in the earth, the auburn stallion watched the proceedings, enamating a frigid aura that would discourage others who entertained the idea of attacking him. If it seemed that Adrian somehow gained the upper hand, Shazaam wouldn't hesitate to step in.

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