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] Date Posted: 08:59:08 11/29/03 Sat In reply to: Windris 's message, "<^>Wings of War<^>" on 18:33:06 11/28/03 Fri ☼Dark brow raised as a smile found her face at the other's question. She remained quiet as the other Death Angel appeared a slight nod given in agreement at her words. 'Twould not be wise for her to take up the offer of the shapeshifter, she did not wish to hurt the being. She nodded as Windris spoke of the Rite. Her eyes shone with appreciation, the side of her mouth turned up in a half smile, the emerald spheres sparkling. Slight breeze through the desert terrain blew the raven locks from her shoulders and swirled the sand around the three, white feathered wings ruffling with the breeze.☼ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Chrestomanci [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 15:55:08 12/02/03 Tue Chrestomanci hastened forward from the shadows of the dunes, form covered by a cloak and caul. The only thing visible being his mutilated pinions and his skeletal hands- the veins stark against his flesh. His cloak was stained with blood and smelt of both that, and sweat. He had been feeding- and he had fed well. The brute moved forward silently to stand beside Windris, a large bony hand touching her arm lightly, his weight shifting to take some of his burdensome weight from his still sickened form. It would take time before fully he came back into his prime, no matter how fast it should seem his old handsome facade would be granted. Still, he was a scarred and ugly thing- for that was why he wore the caul. Chres let out a slow, raspy breath- weary from the exertion of feeding. Yes, he was not as fearsome as he had once been..yet his being radiated through the Sands: for they were his. His facade turned slightly toward Windris, squeezing her arm lightly. Yes, he was very fond of her- he loved her, of all things. Whoever thought he could love? His gaze shifted towardst Libelle: Windris has chosen well, I expect? His voice was hoarse, holding a cold tone that never left his voice, and probably never would. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Windris [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 16:03:18 12/02/03 Tue I trust Libelle, she has proven herself worthy in my eyes. But she is the only one so far. We shall have to be more careful from now on when allowing beings to become one of the Bloodstained. She referred to Lethe, but she did not speak the name aloud. Chres would know whom she spoke of. She was glad he had fed, and apparently well. He needed to regain his strength as soon as possible. They weren't fighting just Lethe now. Lagar had joined her side, and he was just as wicked as she... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Chres [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 16:18:00 12/02/03 Tue Hopefully so. I trust you, Windris. To any that would seem a lightly flung comment, yet in the secret realms of despair in Chres's mind this was much. To say that he trusted, to say that he loved, made him a scary brute to be around. He trusted no one. He cared for no one. Everyone could die and he wouldn't care. Yet not for Windris, that reafirmed what he had told her already. How he felt... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Windris [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 16:38:40 12/02/03 Tue Libelle is trustworthy. I can promise you that. And we will need her expertise in the near future. Libelle knew and understood the dangers of a Death Angels alter form because she was one. That knowledge would be of great help when they were up against Lagar. Yet, though Windris spoke of one thing, she thought of another. For she would feel the small being growing within her belly already, and she was suddenly afriad... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Libelle [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 18:16:58 12/03/03 Wed ☼The Death Angel stood quietly as she watched the wraith appear, a slight nod of respect given as he approached. She waited patiently and quietly as the two before her spoke of her. Soft breeze blew past her, dancing with her slender form. The breezy kisses causing tiny goosebumps to appear upon her skin. The ivory feathers upon her wings lifted and teased the soft flesh they rested against. Emerald spheres stayed focused upon the couple before her, listening quietly and waiting to be addressed directly. As a Death Angel the compliments that the other vix was giving her were registered in her brain and no where else, the training she had been given on concealing her emotions around superiors showing its success.☼ [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Chrestomanci [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 14:12:13 12/05/03 Fri Let us commence then-to the Rite. His words were soft, spoken so only they could hear. The Rite was not something many knew of, only those who had been Marked knew of it. His own Mark tingled on his shoulder blade, knowing the same sensation would meet all those who bore it. Even Lethe...though she- she would not be present. A second figure appeared, this one a fairer counterpart of her sibling. Unlike him, she alighted 'pon the sands, folding her luminescent pinions delicatly. Her body was clad in the garb of a delicate maiden. A white gown hugged her features, billowing out just past her thighs. The garment had no sleeves, leaving her shoulders and arms bare. Hello Windris...Libelle. The minx smiled softly at both- carefully not looking at Chres. She had mixed feelings for her brother, rage being on of them. And she was very, very careful not to mention Arkados in any way shape, or form. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Windris [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 14:41:22 12/05/03 Fri It's time to enfold Libelle into our brotherhood. Are you ready? Neither Lethe or Arkados would be there, though both were technically a part of the Bloodstained. But Lethe was a trator and Arkados was lost to them. A slight frown tugged at her lips, but she refused to let her smile fade. Turning back to Chres, navy ooids met his. You lead and we shall follow. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Chres [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 14:55:51 12/05/03 Fri Jah patted Windris on the shoulder at the mention of Arkados, the Wraith looking forlorn. The fact that Arkados was as good as dead hadn't quite sunk in- not in anyone's minds. It probably wouldn't until Lethe revealed herself again. With a smile at Libelle, she followed her sibling within the recesses of the terra. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Windris [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 15:09:07 12/05/03 Fri The minx watched the hidden cavern appear, then turned towards Libelle. A friendly smile was given, the wind ruffling the ivory feathers of her wings. A slender hand motioned for her to follow, full lips parting to allow speech. It's time. Just follow us. Turning away from the other Death Angel, she followed the siblings into the dark hole that gaped open... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |