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Date Posted: 18:04:07 11/24/03 Mon
Author: Firelight
Subject: [: Deadly Fires
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

The flaming fixen turned to lock eyes with the large brute. A light flickered into her dark pools, her father? Her cold heart felt a touch at his sight. A step was taken towards hime.. pools filled. Fa.. father... the voice produced was childish. Pelt shivered, another step taken, her eyes went cold seeing as if for the first time the form he took. You come to fight me? She asked.. half hoping he would say no. Towers flicked backwards against skull, ebony mane tossed rippling down her sinewy neck.

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[> \|/Fight against or with the Fire\|/ -- Fire Cry, 18:32:16 11/24/03 Mon [1]

Voice emits love, "I wish not too, daughter. But I shall if you continue this." Depths show his rage yet hint his everlasting love for her as well. "Come home with me, precious. Or fight and try to kill your own father. The choice is yours." Nothing else would be spoken till all is final. Grass withers and turns to ashes at his feet as he steps closer to her, hovering like Death. Thunder sounds again, deafening. And from his maw drips blood and stains the ashes red. A gruesome sight is the Dark Warrior the fae�s father unleashed. The black, icy mist about him reaches for her, wanting to draw her into its bitter eternity. The father towers o'er the daughter, waiting. Choice is hers. He won't stand for this war any longer, emotional and physical alike.

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