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Subject: .anonymous. Author: .Wtych Hazel. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:51:31 12/02/02 Mon The ebony dragoness, growing at a rapid speed ambled her way out upon the open surroundings, claws digging with ferocity into the ashen plantation. How can all betray she? The only one whom had not left her had been Tarquin; contradictory, she had left him, without a whim of a notice. Sygian orbs glance about, looking for a physique even remotely familiar to the one she knew. It was difficult, yes. Mentally checking herself she lowered a refined maw in somberness, not making her arrival known, simply seeing if anyone would make the notice and care. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: -I Care- Author: ~Satyr~ [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:00:07 12/02/02 Mon -The navy drake raised chiseled dial and bronze orbs regarded his sibling quietly. He said not a word, not vocally spoken aloud at least. The Necro-Devine/Shadow mascu slowly made his way towards her in the Shadows till he finally paused behind her. Words whispered quietly in her mind- Long time no see tiger. ~Satyr~ B&C x Raistlin -The Despised

[> Subject: .-.Not so Anonymous.-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:27:08 12/06/02 Fri Worry for the young beauty compelled him to rush to her side, embrace her... but he staid back as another reached her first. His glance was a blue sea of compassion, the waves unceasing and ever strong; oh, how he had missed her - how he needed her! Isis, Bob... they were gone, for now. Only those few he knew, and so many he did not, remained. Unsheathed, his claws dug into the relenting soil, restraining the need to be with his friend.

[> Subject: Re: .anonymous. Author: Wytch Hazel [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:28:01 12/07/02 Sat The dragoness whipped around with undaunting speed, eyes scrutinizingly disembalming the physique of her other; her twin. Blood of my blood. Flesh of my flesh. Kin of my kin. So related, and yet; so distant. His form is not the form she was seeking, it was the form of Tarquin that would bring her comfort. Just; oh, being in his company would be bliss enough. I see you've decided to emurge from the cage and become your own, Satyr. The world has missed you. In bitter sarcasm, a lone ebony claw pointed at the sun. See that? Thats the sun. You've been hiding so long in the cavern, I thought I would like to aquaint you with the things which are probably unfamiliar. The glare of accompanyment was harsh; sibling rivalry was a common occurence; it would blow over soon enough, her quick temper was pent and released with haste. But her anger was short lived as her eyes frantically searched for a specific one; she knew he was in the shadows, somehwere, and she only hoped that her eyes would catch the sight of his. W Y T C H H A Z E L .the brazen.

[> Subject: -Really?- Author: ~Satry~ [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:23:01 12/12/02 Thu -The mascu snorted with the faintest bit of amusement at her sarcasm, following her gaze with good humor. And jealousy as a figure was scanned in the distance. He said nothing more as he nudged her softly and disappeared into the shadows with the grace of his heritage. He needed to speak to Father anyways-

[> Subject: .-. Shy greetings .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:50:20 12/13/02 Fri (*Sigh* I really should figure out some very fancy html coding for his posting...) Lips curving slightly, he imagined that he stood upon a line leading towards Wytch. A line that began with her brother, Satyr, and continued on to him and then her mother. That imagining, though, was suddenly unnecessary as her an opportunity opened itself and beckoned enticingly to him, urging him to step forward with the absence of the other male. "Wytch..." His paws softly colliding against the ground as he moved towards her. His orbs flickered with a calm that was surely forced, but even so, his fangs were clenched as if to pause the words that demanded to be let forth.

[> Subject: Re: .anonymous. Author: Wytch [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:03:36 12/14/02 Sat The amber eyes flashed with a hopeful spark of entusiasm, a fleeting glimmer of...happiness? The emotion wasnt clear, but for Tarquin it was a normal reaction; if it was happiness, the look only appeared in the orbs of the wytch if that peticular was in her viewpoint. In any case, he was here now, and she was glad. Moving foreward with much more kharisma that she had shown that of her own blood, the hazel one smiles gratefully, speaking with an eager rush. Tarquin.....so good to see you again. It seems like ages.

[> Subject: .-. ..Ages.. .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:01:31 12/15/02 Sun He nodded, and though his face was still, his eyes were that of a stormy sea, so violently his emotions stirred within his breast. The dragon paused, a heart-felt smile appearing upon his slim muzzle. "It does. I missed you." A paw lifted hesitantly from the ground, and then placed back. "I heard you were in the wolf section."

[> Subject: Re: .anonymous. Author: Wytch [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:00:23 12/19/02 Thu (no time for long post, drama practice in about 3 minutes) The female smiled eloquently, diverting her eyes with a quaint laugh. Yes; Ive been in many sections lately. I was lonely...

[> Subject: [Ooch! Sorry... will be much better!] Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:58:40 12/22/02 Sun Concern is etched within his eyes, and he extends a paw to rest upon her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Wytch." His paw drops away. "Will you be... staying?"

[> Subject: Re: .anonymous. Author: Wytch [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 09:57:19 12/24/02 Tue Almost too hurridly, the serpentinian neck extends with an excited glow in her features, before recoiling as she discovers her own anxiousness. If...if you'd like me to. She gives a teasing smile, now extending her black paw to rest upon his armored shoulder. I think I could make it work here.

[> Subject: .-. good tidings to you, where ever you are... Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 09:21:40 12/26/02 Thu color="#F8F8FF" face="garamond">He watches her with equal anxiety, though his is carefully concealed behind slightly worried features. Upon seeing her react so quickly to his... innocent... question, his heart lurches strangely within his chest, and he is forced to swallow it hurriedly down. "I definitely want you to stay!" It tears out of him - no hold it in. "I don't want you to leave again," he whispered quietly, his own, shining paw rising to grasp hers that rested upon his shoulder.

[> Subject: .-. Let's try that again Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 09:22:51 12/26/02 Thu He watches her with equal anxiety, though his is carefully concealed behind slightly worried features. Upon seeing her react so quickly to his... innocent... question, his heart lurches strangely within his chest, and he is forced to swallow it hurriedly down. "I definitely want you to stay!" It tears out of him - no hold it in. "I don't want you to leave again," he whispered quietly, his own, shining paw rising to grasp hers that rested upon his shoulder.

[> Subject: Re: .anonymous. Author: Wytch Hazel [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:27:21 12/26/02 Thu She raises her paw to her mouth in an eloquent fashion, ashamed now of teasing with his feelings so. I suppose once something has been said there's no use moping over it. Words can't be taken back any more than fired bullets can. They may sting, they may cause harm or dismay, but though you try your hardest to cover them up with pleasantries and courtesies the fact remains that you were the one who loosed that bullet, you were the one who said those words that brought strife to another. Luckily, the draclings's intonations weren't of the sort that could be taken offensively, but she still could have kicked herself for her unoriginality and looseness in the tense enviornment. She extended two slim limbs, wrapping them around the form of the other that she had grown immensely fond of in her fleeting moments of life. I didnt mean it! Really! I would never, ever want to leave you again! I........ She burrows her slim mug into the shoulder of Tarquin. Oh, how brazen emotions are! There was an explosion of them, pent up feelings of secretive obsession she had been longing to share, to cherish with him. She knew he would understand. He just had to.

[> Subject: Lets try again with new HTML.... Author: Wytch [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:36:41 12/26/02 Thu She raises her paw to her mouth in an eloquent fashion, ashamed now of teasing with his feelings so. I suppose once something has been said there's no use moping over it. Words can't be taken back any more than fired bullets can. They may sting, they may cause harm or dismay, but though you try your hardest to cover them up with pleasantries and courtesies the fact remains that you were the one who loosed that bullet, you were the one who said those words that brought strife to another. Luckily, the draclings's intonations weren't of the sort that could be taken offensively, but she still could have kicked herself for her unoriginality and looseness in the tense enviornment. She extended two slim limbs, wrapping them around the form of the other that she had grown immensely fond of in her fleeting moments of life. I didnt mean it! Really! I would never, ever want to leave you again! I........ She burrows her slim mug into the shoulder of Tarquin. Oh, how brazen emotions are! There was an explosion of them, pent up feelings of secretive obsession she had been longing to share, to cherish with him. She knew he would understand. He just had to.

[> Subject: *lifts upwards with immense strength* Dun wanna loose it ;-P Author: Hannah [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:17:11 12/29/02 Sun >The >ebony dragoness, growing at a rapid speed ambled her >way out upon the open surroundings, claws digging with >ferocity into the ashen plantation. How can all >betray she? The only one whom had not left her had >been Tarquin; contradictory, she had left him, without >a whim of a notice. Sygian orbs glance about, looking >for a physique even remotely familiar to the one she >knew. It was difficult, yes. Mentally checking >herself she lowered a refined maw in somberness, not >making her arrival known, simply seeing if anyone >would make the notice and care. >

[> Subject: *Winces* Sorry... Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:58:34 12/30/02 Mon (OOC- For a number of reasons, including busy schedule, family, friends... I wasn't able to post as any character this weekend. I'm trying!) But does he understand? If only he can understand how this casual (or, at least, casual in theory) had escalated so out of hand. His touch is earnest in his feelings as he wraps his arms around her shoulders, drawing her even closer in an effort to comfort. "I know, Wytch," he says softly, his breath winding gently past her head as he speaks. "So much has happened... I needed you so badly... I guess it just burst." His grip tightens ever so slightly, his tone changing; taking on a hoarse texture. "Bob's back. You're back. Your mother's back. Isis should be back someday. I just want everything to go back to normal. For everything to become simple." He shakes his head, resting it momentarily against her before pulling away to watch her with lightening eyes. "I'm just glad you're back."

[> Subject: .a new year, anything can happen. Author: Wytch Hazel [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:51:57 12/30/02 Mon (OOC-S'alright! Patience is a virtue I DEFINATLY need practice mastering :-P....bah, I lost ma table lol) Understanding his words completely, she loosened her rather childish grip about him and backed away to eye him steadily. But that she was mistaken. The Wytch had done alot of growing lately; so much. Perhaps her form still was slightly childish, but her emotions and actions were not. I understand, completely. I needed that too, Tarquin....I did. Her mother gone, her brother scarce. Another error; her mother was not gone; just gone from her. In fact, considering adopting another. Which was indeed an infuriating thought; for her mother had done little or nothing for her brother and herself, why would she consider ruining the life of another being? Blinking slowly, the hatred of her mother was pushed to the back amist random thoughts, all the current ones focusing about the familiar form infront of her. I have never been truely introduced to Bob, Tarquin. I would like to meet him, if you dont mine. With a soft smile, she took both of his hands into hers, squeezing them playfully as brilliantly lit orbs stared into his, un-intimidatingly [lol, wierd ones].

[> Subject: | renewal | Author: | satyr | [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:21:39 12/30/02 Mon |[|]| | from out of the shadows, he appeared before his sister | smirking, his mocha hued eyes glistening with some sort of strange emotion | a devious cast sparred with his dialated pupils of ebon hue | flicking his sable tongue out at the black and golden dragoness, the navy dragon of shadow and necrodevine decent simply sat upon his hind feet | something was different about him, now that he had vanished a bit ago | he stared at his sister and the king | had they fallen for each other already?! | it could be interesting | his bronze eyes focused on his sister | I think you should come and see mother, Haz... I think we might be able to see dad soon | glancing back at his sister, he waited | yet he did not wish to scar his eyes upon focusing his gaze upon the dreaded duo | waiting patiently, he was anxious to see his father for the second time | and so, he waited| |[|]|

[> Subject: .give me a break. Author: Wytch [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 08:16:36 12/31/02 Tue Whipping an elegant head around suddenly, a grave and sour look appeared on the necrophiliac's features. Oh, how they infuriated her so! Her mother had done nothing for her since the day she had wandered out of the cave; alone, and her father had left soon after. There was a passionate need to shun them both, buried deep inside the overwhelming emotions trapped in a petite frame. Mother has other things to tend to than to scorn over me. And I do not wish to see my "father"... She emphasized the last word with bitter dislike. Blood of my blood, he has done nothing for me. I would not give him the honor of my prescence; he has new children that he can coo over these days, I imagine a thrice more than he could ever love. Not like he loved us anyway; only for his vanity. With a careful bitterness as sharp and stinging as the frigid are outside the abyss, the female snapped her eloquent head back to the more comfortable position, answering finally, I wish to see neither. And you may tell them such.

[> Subject: .-. Comfort .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:24:10 12/31/02 Tue He hadn't meant it that way... or had he? Shaking his head slightly at his own foolishness, he is stopped from replying by the second arrival of her half-Shadow brother. It seems like everyone, except the rare few, have something against their parents - he knows that he does. Nevertheless, he hates to see her so upset and squeezes her hands comfortingly. "Don't do this to yourself, Wytch. Sometimes... sometimes our parents make mistakes, but it isn't our job to fix them, and it isn't our job to punish them. You're punishing yourself by not seeing them. See them, then judge them." His gaze flickers from the dragoness to her brother, resting momentarily on the creature with thoughtful optics. After a moment his lips part once again, and curious tones threaten to pour forth... no, nevermind. He turns his now silent eyes upon his friend.

[> Subject: Re: .anonymous. Author: Wytch Hazel [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:41:09 12/31/02 Tue She lowers her head, eyes downcast to the ashen plantation beneath sturdy limbs. Indeed.... Turning back to her twin, she replies wistfully, There shall be a change of plans, then. I shall go... The last of her sentance wavers slightly, and her large amber eyes glow glassy with underlying fear. Returing her gaze to Tarquin with rather large eyes, she adds quickly. You most certainly do not have to. But you may come, if you like...

[> Subject: .-. Invitation accepted, of course .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:07:21 01/01/03 Wed He is quick to reassure her, quick to take her around the shoulders and embrace her in such a comforting manner that she cannot mistake his thoughts on the matter. Drawing away, he continues to grasp her tightly by one hand. "Of course I'll come." You don't need to worry about that, my friend.