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Subject: .[.ever.pained.]. Author: 'taren [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 06:45:51 11/23/03 Sun In reply to: HeLl SiNgEr 's message, "(*)Through The Fire(*)" on 15:00:05 11/22/03 Sat [listening, I did not move a muscle][still and silent, my dial finally broke the trend by simply shaking side to side][yet another charming smile played upon my raven lips to accompany my somewhat odd bahavior][taking her talon within mine, and grazed its warm scales with my cold lips, placing a simple kiss upon it][keeping her talon with mine, I just kept my pale aquamarines upon her own opaline spheres] My motives? Are there any, truthfully? I suppose my personality is just different compared to many, many dragons. Including my own heritage. But... No, no. I remain here because I feel I can make a difference [nodding dial, he still caressed her talon][raising brow, he glanced around the tierra, slightly worried][granted, my handsome shadower face slowly turned back to the majestic firess] Where is my rival, dear Hell Singer? I've only spied upon his frail form once since my arrival home. Where is my friend, HaC? [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: (*)Through The Fire(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:33:13 11/23/03 Sun (*)The Lady gave him a wry but playful look when the Shadower mentioned a "frail form".(*) I see your charm still is extended to everyone, m'dear.... (*)Her dial swayed in mild scolding, putting a spine to her intonation(*) ...yet, it's funny you mentioned that, 'Taren. Just before we began talking, I was wondering the same thing. (*)Her ocules, close to ruby, like an aged, sweet wine, though still enchantingly diaphanous, shrugged for the shoulders that failed to. A glance flew over her plated shoulder and lingered there, doubtfully in the relentless murk(*) He flew off, not too long ago, after speaking with that dragon Darkness. I believe that's his name. He some sort of prince, or used to be for that matter. I'm still not clear on all of that. (*)Crania returned to face the raven mascul, potential of an oncoming recollection in her disposition(*) There was a confrontation between HaC and his daughter, Fyre Singer. Something about going to Darkin to find her roots. HaC obviously, almost to the point of fright, didn't want her there, so something has been stirred, and not to HaC's fancy. I'm not totally certain. As I was about to speak with'im, he took off, and that was the last I heard. (*)A sigh tickled her throat, as a strange thrumming began to revolve around the slick cylinder casing.(*) Maybe he's off to Darkin...I haven't a clue but that....farewells seem to be in a tear of paucity these moons. Then again, he was some upset.......I don't know.

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[.ever.pained.]. Author: 'taren [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:47:55 11/26/03 Wed [merely shaking my handsome dial, I finally released my gentle grasp from the fire demon's talon][placing it back to its original position, my pale azure optics met those of garnet hue][stretching my now stiff body, I realized I had said HaC had a frail body][smirking at my own humor, I refused to glance down at myself][my necrodivine heritage gave me more than enough muscle, and the shadow blood toned my body][more than most dragons, whether they be mortal or immortal][hiding my true feelings, I seemed to nod in agreement] Ah, I understand. We all responsibilities in life, I suppose. But, I do have to say that a mate's job is to be there for the other. And it sure doesn't seem like HaC understands that part of the commitment..... [no, Hell Singer][you are absolutely correct about me at times][I give respect to those who give me respect][and those who I take into great consideration, as well][and HaC is definitely not one of my favorite dragons][the backstabber and fool][keeping my thoughts within my own mind, I offered a smile and shrugged my rather narrow shoulders] Well... Is there anything you wish to speak about, Hell Singer? I am more than willing and ready to listen

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: (*)Through The Fire(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:23:49 11/28/03 Fri (*)On the brute's first comments, the Firess kept her tongue within a temtping smirk, though she did have her own thoughts on the subject. Thoughts as well as questions. But only silenced bathed her fit build, as dial fixed, upon him, her feline gaze. At least until tongue loosened and released words of rationality(*) You're correct about a mate's duty, that I don't deny. But I shall speak not on HaC's ways....I am not his master. (*)There were some other thoughts she wished to add, but respect would not permit her to do so. She only gave back a smooth, cool grin for the smile offered so kindly to her. Even a warm paw, the one he had held, floated up to caress his jaw along with fierish eyes, that bestowed upon him a Thank you, but no. And though she was sure that he could elevate this message from her thinkings without aid, the dame would say it as well(*) No, 'Taren, there is nothing else, though I thank you for your offer. It's been a relief to be able to speak with someone so freely again.