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Fyre
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Date Posted: 09:53:34 03/06/04 Sat
A Dark's pleasure to meet you, Kiesha. And yes, you are a friend of m'Lady's...I see you with her often.
^The sprite-blooded brute also noticed that she seemed a bit jumpy, yet knew not why. Maybe it was his small form. Did she dislike it? Many found it unnerving to be speaking to such a small being...this was not unusual. A sparkle gleamed in global gaze.^
^In an instant he seemed that he had imploded, a ball a fire engorging him as he entered his metaphysical form. The ball began to unravel, an image of scarves of irredescent flames ravenous in an unseen wind. They, lost to the power of the transformation, then liquified into hordes of vibrant water, escalating into a towering, fountainous structure. As droplets of this watery being fell, each compiled upon each other, slowly forming the shell of a brute slightly more than the shoulder height of the Flaris beauty. In seconds, a dragon stood before her, ocules slitless, forms of staggering azure. Dome was crested in boney feathers, flattering to the slick jawline upon him. Hide was rows of glistening scales, a spectacular of mellifluous scales, each harboring a visual harem of dancing flames. Talons stood deadly on monstrous paws, anchoring a brawny weight usually foreign to him. A mauve light then pulsed around him for mere seconds, a simple reminder of his true blood. A huge breath concluded the transformation, and his skull lifted, gazers connecting with her own. His smile lit up the devilish features, lips curled at their surly ends^
I figured this form would make you more comfortable, though I can only hold it for a few hours. But what were you saying about the Lights...having some urges to stir up the pot....?
^A mischievous brow lifted^
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