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Subject: Temper

Author:
Isis

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Date Posted: 11:48:10 10/10/02 Thu
In reply to: Isis 's message, "Arise and you shall see the dawning of the sun..." on 18:53:31 10/09/02 Wed

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."

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Ziraga
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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.