Author:
HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 19:46:57 11/19/03 Wed
(*)Her cheek burned where his touch had contacted her cold, crimson raiment. The sensation had been considerably forgotten, and now flourished with a furious ratification. How could such a small gesture harvest such potency?! For a moment's fickle breath it was intoxicating. Vexingly intoxicating. A cruel, yet sweet poison. But why a poison? Had it been that long? The sovereignty of its absence that exstensive? Had this nefarious 'ness become unconsciously immune? How long had it been since....since she had been touched? Fatale's ocules rose to the dragon's once more, wrapped in a fashion of dark perplexity. Dialogue occured daily, but sincere contact? Damn you, Shadower. You awaken truths in me I'd more willingly be igorant of. Though...your sincerity, your charm coat your frigid tonic with such sweet, dulcet appeal that my nerves would never dare fray, or mind be set with acrimony against you. Damn you, Khemir'Taren...you're indeed in a league of your own.(*)Answer his question. The demand echoed through her mindings. The vix had strayed again. Apologies. Nevertheless, with a crooked grin and comely cocked chin, an answer came in her melodius, charmingly melancholy tone.(*)
I do know it, 'Taren. My attempt to keep it from you would be futile, so I do not. But it must be deeper than the purest fires of Hell, because I couldn't tell you. I've already questioned myself, and have yet to find an answer.
(*)Words ceased, her plethora of pinions draped uneasily against stately spine, sharing in their mistress' nameless pain. Her striking gaze kept to his, radiant in their dark, alluring purity and truthful unknowing. A simple shrug. I don't know. Hollowness. I don't know.(*)
I don't know, my dear 'Taren. Simply don't. Perhaps it shall becomed perceptible with time....time I do not wish to linger in, but time nontheless. 'Til then, talk to me. I grow weary of hearing myself complain.
(*)A brief show of a lost self resurfaced, beauty and vixen-like disposition, classic. Saucy grin reclaimed bruja's pouted lips, elegantly furious, optical fires enthralling. Its probability of lasting was slim, but this fiendish brute had ways of provoking even the most remote and unlikely(*)
What of you, Shadow dragon? How is your caretaker? What took you away from me and sent you back as you are now? I sense changes...though some things always remain. Still, you are not completely who you were....you are much more. Would you mind sharing?
(*)She-beast settled back, neck artistically set, respectfully attentive, sincere, auds open, awaiting an answer(*)
((sorry. went a bit longer than planned. ;) Night.))
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