\|/Fight against or with the Fire\|/ -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 18:32:16 11/24/03 Mon
Author: Fire Cry
Subject: \|/Fight against or with the Fire\|/
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

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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[> [cast..me.away] -- Castaway, 19:21:15 11/24/03 Mon [1]

[his scarred pelt twitching expectantly, the stallion falls into a defensive stance with his legs spread for balance. hiding a smile and keeping his face as still as granite, the male ponders the other's words. a seasoned veteran, eh? well, this brute was certainly no stranger to battle, the white haired scars all over his bay coat evidence of previous fights. a look of grim determination sets on his broad features as he readies for the other's advance]

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