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Subject: Arise and you shall see the dawning of the sun... Author: Isis [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:53:31 10/09/02 Wed Sight held not meaning, as the sun arose in muted shades. Once the light proclaimed a solid ruler, who breathed the Life of a Queen. It was the era of greatness, one that fades in the minds of its survivers. The reign of Isis had ended. Yet through the end comes a new begining, as the old returns with the forgotten vengence of the land. Death stood at her side, partners in a mission to reunite what had been broken. It was she. Isis. The golden angel of darkness was she. Yet a mother now, as orbs of the Atlantic spy a child she recollected, Tarquin. He lacked the spirit of his mother she knew, yet that could be changed in time. "Tarquin." A sharpness that little had know before emitted through the audible voice. Love...yes, it was there but hidden deep. Deep enough for only the insticts to remain. Protection her son needed, and could only recieve from her. Stepping soundly, she proceeded towards him, half-acknowloging those amist. And an embrace she gave, sealing the return of the Dragon Queen. (OOC: Yuppie...she's backie.) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: We Meet Again Author: Ziraga [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 05:39:08 10/10/02 Thu Reverting instantly to the form of the magnificent bronze-gold dragon with white underwings and underbelly, his sardonic jade eyes capture the form of a Queen, gone but not forgotten. His voice near to silence, he utters one simple word. "Isis."

[> Subject: Surprise Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 08:35:34 10/10/02 Thu Eyes widen, yet the self remains calm. Familiar acid eyes closed the case of the misterious stranger met years before. Emotion was limited by a quick choice and she meekly allowed the lips to smile. "Again we meet, Ziraga. Had I arrived before you I would have sworn I was followed." Unconciously, her blue eyes track him. The mind knew a purpose was attached to the visit; nothing was chance. Politeness bit her tongue of this question, wishfully thinking, instead, that he would provide the answer unprovoked. "Might I welcome you to my land, the land of the Dark Dragons?"

[> Subject: Stranger among them Author: Halette [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:27:39 10/10/02 Thu Time stuttered at her reappearance, momentarily returning to the era that was, as I view the familiarity. Under the rock, she had missed the begun corruption within the lair that was once under control. And foolishly, I believe, she assumes the loyalty is returned. But who could tell, but time? Time, which momentarily befriended by mother. Frostbitten blue orbs glare almost silver from the shadows lair the sun dared not touch. Ebony scales, silver at tips, blended in all but the outline, as I advanced cautiously. I feared what had possessed my mother, causing her to return to the living.

[> Subject: Oh What Fun Author: Ziraga [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:04:27 10/10/02 Thu The golden bronze slips forward, a strange, unfamiliar emotion taking him by surprise but is promptly ignored. Taking the Ice Queen's talon in his own, he moves dangerously close, his voice hushing to a sinister whisper. "Well, my lady, as King of the Dark Horses now, I had come to propose an alliance of my kind with yours. And I would assume that it was not your adoration of me that brought you back from beyond the grave?"

[> Subject: Plans... Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:21:08 10/10/02 Thu A subtle laugh trails his words. "King? My, what a position to flaunt! Perhaps it was the premonition of a change in politics among your kinds. And change...I like." Eyes glisten as sparks of interest prone fire among the vast lands. "An alliance of what sort, might I inquire? Do you seek the protection of the dragons among the weak equine or do you wish for something more? My kind have little use bullying yours, though nothing would please me more if..." Ceasing the rambling to clear the point, the Queen breathes silently, sorting the thoughts. "The entire Cascade Mountains would feel the effects of the true Evils."

[> Subject: Doubtless Author: Ziraga [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:30:55 10/10/02 Thu The magnificent bronzed drake enjoys the sparkle in the golden Queen's spectacular eyes. His own alight with a cruel flame all their own, as he contemplates the same possibilities, he believes, as she. A light trace of something resembling a smile crosses his features. "Something more?" he says 'innocently'. "Perhaps later. But meanwhile... I knew your kind were warriors, and the only side to truly seek to conquer the feeble Lights." He laughs airily. "Though from the many battles I have heard about... you've never quite succeeded. Ah well, I know how Lights just resurface, like insects crawling under a rock." He utters a melodramatic sigh. "Killed one of their Kings, and a new one just popped up, just like that."

[> Subject: Temper Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:48:10 10/10/02 Thu Talon threatens to puncture the skin, as she rips it from his grasps and directs it towards the throat. Yet, the warning was for mere amatures, as the threat was hardly there, and she meant it as so. Graceful inches seperated the talon from Ziraga and the distance between them had actually widened with the insult. "The belief in free choice and independence must cease before complete control can be achieved. That, I have found, is what makes the attacks mere attempts." Relaxing by realization of her temper, she retreats the silver claw. Acting as if the temper had never been lost, she begins once more. "I do enjoy a bloodbath at least once a blue moon, Ziraga. It helps, at the very least, to raly the spirits of my followers."

[> Subject: Dangerous Games Author: Ziraga [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:02:12 10/10/02 Thu As her claw flicks out, he lifts his chin, exposing his pure white throat to her threat, as though saying, If I've got to die, by your hand would be my choice. However, one of his talons still holds her other 'hand', and he squeezes his sharp claws ever so slightly, cruelly, into her palm and the back of her claw. With his now-free one, he reaches around in what appears to be a gesture of affection, but in fact is a light but potentially deadly hold on the vulnerable base of her skull. If you want to play with fire, Ice Queen, I shall be that fire.

[> Subject: Testing waters Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:43:26 10/10/02 Thu The sharpness penetrating her palm hardly phased her. A papercut, as one would say. Eyes gaze upon the acid green hue, proning a question. "Can one killer trust another, Ziraga?" Odd relationship between them, these beings connected in stature and past. And the waters between them...tested in sarcasm and injury. Alike...too alike. (OOC: Deary...have to go!)

[> Subject: Trust? Author: Ziraga [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:09:11 10/10/02 Thu The bronzed golden drake leans forward, kissing the death-touched Queen ever so lightly on the nose without ever releasing either of his grip, his voice a cruel whisper. "Trust, my dear? What has that got to do with it?"

[> Subject: sorry.... Author: tara (zirry's player) [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:11:29 10/10/02 Thu that should be 'grips', not 'grip'

[> Subject: wait. Author: Wytch Hazel [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:36:25 10/10/02 Thu The dracling launches herself forth. MY queen, please! Come and see Bob, Tarquin, and I's conversation under Ziraga's alliance post. I hope you should find our accusations valid.....I beg of thee to read them before making a decision you shall regret. She watches the other with defiant orbs, not remembering the Great Queen Isis in such a shape as this.

[> Subject: .-. Backing away from the dawning of the sun... .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:54:55 10/10/02 Thu Having stepped gently, but firmly, away from the embrace with the arrival of Ziraga, he watched with detached interest. Without his clear knowledge, his hackles had risen at the kiss given from the stallion-dragon to his mother, and his eyes sparked with unusual ferocity. He knew nothing of their thoughts nor history, and so he saw merely the deadly flirtation exchanged - and the potential result. "Wytch Hazel!" Startled from his thoughts with his peer's abrupt leap into the conversation, her name passed through his lips in the form of a biting snarl. Quickly, he checked himself. Forcing his body into calmness, he again addressed the young female. "Isis will make her own decision in her own time." Avoiding looking at the golden dragoness and bronzed golden dragon, he stared witheringly into the eyes of B&C's child. "As long as Isis is back she is Queen, as you have remembered, so let us give her the right of our trust." (OOC- Sorry I didn't reply sooner. School has taken me off in an intoxiating whirlwind of homework, apples, volleyball and ancient Greek.... So much fun I actually forgot about Cascade Mountains for a while.)

[> Subject: Aren't I the best pest of this century. Author: Jesar [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:20:50 10/11/02 Fri { Back to haunt your forsaken souls. } He walks into the dragon lands with interest, his yellow eyes gleaming with pleasure at the unfolding scene. Dragons? And horses? Together? Such a union would surely work, as it had with him. He thought this as he flapped his giant slightly disproportionate wings, hovering a few feet off the ground, then descending. Blowing hotly through his nostrils, the fine colt dancing on long coppery legs. He looks at the acid green pools of the golden stallion, grinning a little, thinking of all the posibilities the Evils would have... They could surely rule Cascade Mountains with the help of the dragons. But, what would happen to him? Would he just watch from the sidelines as the King and his loyal followers (All those mares) went off and had fun. Drawing his legs together in a sort of pout, he waits to be noticed or shooed away -- whichever came first.

[> Subject: Re: Arise and you shall see the dawning of the sun... Author: Wytch Hazel [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 21:34:23 10/11/02 Fri She throws a withering glance, almost hurt, and turns her back upon the two. He could see it too, she knew, but there was nothing that can be done. He was right; she was the Queen. And there was nothing she could do.....its just something didnt seem right.

[> Subject: Release Author: Ziraga [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:09:26 10/12/02 Sat The golden-bronze drake steps back from the strange little encounter, releasing both painful and potentially deadly grips on the Ice Queen. His weird, murderous acid green eyes sear into the female hatchling who had shown him such arrogant disdain. He utters a rather equine 'snort', and continues eerily watching her, silent now, allowing the leaders of this land to debate his proposition.

[> Subject: (OOC: My apologies for taking so long to reply...) Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 05:31:47 10/13/02 Sun Stiff from a position uncomfortable, the Queen massages the holding point with an open palm. Then the focus shifts to the hatchling, and she speaks with unnatural calm. "Wytch Hazel, I presume." The name had been stolen from her son's lips. Yes, she heard. "What accusations have you made in my absence towards Ziraga and his offer? Are they based on the unknown, young one, or the disired outcome of the Darks?" She laughs, eager to provoke chaos in the lands. "Might I ask you what damage the horses may do to the dragons? Eat us perhaps? Kick us?"

[> Subject: Amused Author: Ziraga [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 06:47:34 10/13/02 Sun Using all of his willpower to remain in his dragon form, his eyes glitter with cruel amusement at the Queen's words. "She thinks that we will weaken you, my lady." He tosses his head, using another horsey mannerism. "It would take a lot of effort to make the dragons more weak and divided than they already are, Wytch Hazel."

[> Subject: Weak? Divided? Huh? Author: Jesar [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 08:02:09 10/13/02 Sun He cocks his head, now amber eyes thoughtful. He kicks at a rock aimlessly. Deciding that this was no fun, he turns around to go home. With a note of panic, he wonders exactly which direction was home. "Great, now I'm lost." He sighs, then starts off vaguely south.

[> Subject: .-. Retort .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:34:59 10/13/02 Sun Realizing too late the harshness of his words, he laid an apologetic claw on the young dragoness' shoulder. His blue eyes simmered as he turned his head slowly to glance coldly at the acid green-eyed dragon. "I find it difficult to believe that the dragons are anymore divided than your horses. Though we lack a continuous ruler, we have experience within our ranks and strength. Perhaps more than your horses? It cannot be that all horses can transform as you do." With practical sensibility, he noticed the winged horse immediately with its entrance. Though his attention never strayed from the subject at hand, curiously he kept tabs on the interesting being. And so because of this, he heard the remark as Jesar turned south. "Excuse me." Dipping his head politely to his mother, he removed himself from the conversation to follow Jesar. His strides were long, and so he reached the pegasus quickly. Voice painfully quiet so that there would be no chance for fear, he tapped the horse lightly on the shoulder with a carefully wielded claw. "Going somewhere?"

[> Subject: Yes Author: Jesar [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:32:45 10/13/02 Sun "I am, actually. I'm going back to the horses." Got a problem with that? He felt like adding sharply, but thought better of it. The dragon could easily take a big bite out of him, and he needed all of himself. Reguarding the dragon not out of fear but suspicion, he folds his dragon-like wings to his sides. "Who are you? Are you Voice's son?" He asked curiously, sensing the likeness between them that only those related could have.

[> Subject: .-. Voice? .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:34:50 10/14/02 Mon Amusement glimmered in his eyes as he looked down at the horse. He was not so large as to tower over Jesar - but still, he was much bigger. Though he thought the horse amusing and even foolish, he was about to remark that the horse was going the wrong way to go home when the question made him pause. "Voice? I don't know any dragon named Voice. My mother is Isis and my father Osiris." Wondering whatever could have inspired such a strange question, he lowered his head to look closely at the dragon-winged creature. "Do you actually know a dragon named 'Voice'?"

[> Subject: Re: Arise and you shall see the dawning of the sun... Author: Wytch Hazel [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:08:30 10/14/02 Mon The dracling threw a hurt glance to the group before once-brazen eyes, and turned sharply, exiting the scene with an arrogant carriage. Feeling every right to leave all questions hanging, there was no belabor in her thoughts as she soberly wiped all of them from a recent memory.

[> Subject: Yes, Voice. Author: Jesar [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:39:32 10/16/02 Wed The colt sighs, impatient with the dragon's ignorance. "Yes, Voice. She's a golden dragoness, she was inside Terror's head. Isis? Yes, Isis. Isis and Voice are the same." He says, nodding. After a moments hesitation, he takes a step towards Tarquin. "You are lucky, Voice is a really great dragoness. I admire her."

[> Subject: .-. Luck .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:27:05 10/16/02 Wed Luck had nothing to do with anything, he wanted to argue. But staring into those eyes and hearing the voice tell of admiration, he was intimidated into stepping back even as Jesar stepped towards him. Though, he wished he could say that the reason he had stepped back was actually because of the smell of the horse; he had never been fond of that particular scent. "Terror's head?" Who was Terror? Probably 'Terror' was a horse... Isis had been inside a horse's head? Glancing at his golden mother, he wondered if it was lucky to be the son of someone you hardly knew about. "I admire her also," he finally said. It was lame, but closer to the truth than anything else he could have said. Admiration was all his emotions amounted up to these days for Isis - ever since she came back, that is. It's hard to feel love for someone who had performed an act of dying, while you were left alone in the dark with only your grief.

[> Subject: Indeed Author: Bob [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:59:37 10/17/02 Thu Only your grief and your brother, Tarquin. The small, unobtrusive purple drake rests in his standard sphynx-like pose, wings folded neatly by his side. He watches his adored brother with a deep pain, something like remorse- only he is not the guilty party. His own pure, fierce adoration... no, worship, really... of the Golden Beauty, the one who had so many years ago allowed him to call her mother {though rarely to her face}, had waned somewhat in the face of her demise and his necessary getting over of it.

[> [> Subject: BOBBY! Author: Kris [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:59:17 10/18/02 Fri Eh he! Sorry Fran, sorry... Just reminding you to get ur butt in the ordeal. I'm bored! Can you tell?

[> Subject: Yes Author: Jesar [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:55:56 10/18/02 Fri He looks up at the dark sky, "Can I live here?" He asks totally randomly. He felt totally at home in these dank caves, with the Voice's influence everywhere. If he went home he would have to go back to dealing with his mother, and Malussinn. He didn't really want that. Looking after a moment at the purple dragon, he wondered who he was.

[> Subject: .-. Live? .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:35:05 10/18/02 Fri The question, Tarquin felt, was a hard one to answer simply - and so he stalled for by following Jesar's gaze and answering the unspoken and easier question. "That is my older brother, Bob." Love comes with sneaky strides into his voice as he gazes at the purple dragon: his family. "Isis' first child."

[> Subject: He flicks an ear Author: Jesar [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:19:32 10/18/02 Fri He flicks a coppery ear at the dragon, hearing something in his voice unheard before. Ignoring it, and not acknowledging the reply, he thinks. He did want to live here. But, what did he hope to accomplish? No one was here of his kind. But, no one was of his kind back home either. Back at Evil Valley. What was the point? No one was like him. Why did he want someone like himself? He thought to what Tarquin said. Not what he said, how he said it. He wanted acceptance, a love of sorts without being love. He wanted kin to call his own that accepted him. Love was too fickle. He shrugs a shoulder. "I digress. May I live here?"

[> Subject: .-. Slight amusement .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:36:25 10/18/02 Fri The fathomless blue eyes of the young dragon flicker with an uncertain emotion as he looked at the equine. The arrogance that the being possessed was beginning to irk him, but unfortunately he was not yet willing to try the taste of horse flesh and saw no other way to dispatch of him quickly and efficiently. "That is not for me to decide; you waste time asking. Ask Isis, if you will. I cannot say if you will be able to stay."

[> Subject: Fine Author: Jesar [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:39:35 10/18/02 Fri Snorting pointedly, he throws his head back to look up into the sky. Deciding to let the wind carry him home, he spreads his wings. "It was wonderful talking to you, your highnes, I will return sometime." He bows his head, then pushes off with powerful metallic haunches, letting the wind scoop him up and let him loose in the breeze.

[> Subject: .-. Gone .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 04:59:47 10/19/02 Sat When the winged horse was finally out of sight and gone, the dragon suddenly grinned and chuckled. Not that he had been amused by the conversation... but the horse, he guessed, had to be no more than a child. Tarquin wondered if he was still under the care of his mother, and how she would feel if she knew what he had asked. Then he shrugged mentally. None of his business, and now that Jesar was gone; not even his problem. Turning gracefully, he paused to study the three he had left. Suddenly he wished he could tell Isis openly how muched he had missed her, and how glad he was that she had returned. Wasn't he? Again, he shrugged away the thought, this time uncomfortably. Judging by the state of Isis in all her health, he would have a long time to figure out if he was or not. (OOC- And then he walks over to Bob, sits down nearby, and continues to gaze at Ziraga and Isis... but I'm too lazy to actually right that into it. *Grins*)

[> Subject: Annoyance Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:17:03 10/19/02 Sat Winged horse's departure came as a relief to the Queen. She despised being followed, even if the foal did adore her...and Ziraga it seemed. Never, was she, a babysiter, and now she recollects how little a mother she was and still is. A sigh, as her eyes pertake her sons, both deprived of parents. Her fault. "Tarquin, Bob..." A pause, as her sides battle. One for duty, sarcastic and radical. The other for motherhood, caring and sweet. One at a time...? Maybe not. "Anything interesting while I was away?"

[> Subject: .-. Cold .-. Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:19:47 10/20/02 Sun Is that all you have to say, Mother? The remark, so filled with self-pity, sounded cold even to his own mental ears. But then, his eyes sought out the golden one's by their own initative, and their bearer mentally cringed at what was seen within - however little. Looking away, to the ground where his claws lay seemingly calm and composed, the young dragon finally manages to force an answer through his numb lips. "No, nothing. But Bob can tell you better than I." His attention is caught, for he had heard an unusual sound in the suddenly confining and echoing lair of his mother's. "Excuse me... please..." Turning, he disappeared into the shadows as he moved upwards and away from the three.

[> Subject: Ooooh...almost a week of not being here. Author: Isis [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 06:38:39 10/24/02 Thu COnfusion claimed the proud aurora, as her eyes betook the image of her departing son. Had she done wrong in her words...probably, but her mind does not dwell in the past. It had for many years, claiming her life...in more than one fashion. "Pardon me as well," says she, though her direction did not follow Tarquin's. (OOC: Now off to class...then work...then work...then back online. Umm...at the earliest 6)