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Date Posted: 05/ 8/05 11:26:58pm Sun
In reply to:
Tyrsis
's message, "...you don't..." on 05/ 6/05 3:29:44pm Fri
There was no response as the various interlopers came to the site. The wind itself seemed to rush in response to their words, their actions. Shifting just a trifle , letting his vision falling on Cyrus, and the new being he regonized quite well.
Damuthca slightly stirred, sweat going down his forehead as his aching arms slowly raised him upwards off of Tyrsis. Pain clouded his usually deep, soulful eyes as he gave one look of love at the woman before gently flipping the hilt of the Dragon.
The blade seemed to rotate completely one time before it came to rest, gently in the Emperor's hand. The blade's edge glinting beautifully, dangerously as the light caught it and let it ride up to the very tip. The blade held downward howerver, in an loose grip.
Damuthca, flinching as his arm seemed to spasm in pain, as if some insidious venom was weaving its way from his fingertips to his arm, and further, deeper inward. As the malice crept , an assassin in the night, he only held on to Tyrsis, protectively.
" A final debt repaid, as we agreed High Dragon. " The Emperor said, almost gently as the sword seemed to disappear within his clothing. The cloth, rippling gently as the air continued to blow, letting out some great sigh of relief. However, his wings gently folding around his shoulders and chest, there was a slight tremor in movements as he regarded Cyrus and Tyrsis.
" Why should I restore either? When they both asked it upon themselves? " He said, passsionateless, emotionless, as cold as a death sentence as he went to physically walk away from the site.
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