.-. Ackward .-. -- Lair of Ebon Shadows

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Subject: .-. Ackward .-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 15:59:27 10/26/02 Sat
In reply to: Wytch 's message, ".hatred. *anyone, everyone, whomever*" on 15:22:40 10/19/02 Sat

He hadn't been able to help her when she fell. Her... mother had been there. Moving away, he contemplated leaving the mother and daughter to their privacy. Shaking his head ever so slightly, he decided against leaving. The bronze drake melted into the shadows and farther out of hearing, but they were still in sight when he did his own half-fainting feat. Sinking slowly to the ground, he cradled his head in his hands. A slow ache was working its way through his skull; nagging at his half-formed thoughts.

Mother.

Sneaking a furtive glance in the females' direction, he moaned softly. He was glad that Wytch had her mother back, but his own mother... A crystal drop was whisked roughly away by an impatient claw. Such thoughts he knew to be useless. Isis couldn't help being what she was, he just had to accept it. His head lifted to gaze at his dark claws. Oh, but it was so difficult. He wanted to be a hatchling again; with his mother and siblings always there. For that matter, he missed his father.

His body shuddered as he forced such dangerous thoughts away. Unraveling himself from his pitiful position, he avoided glancing over his shoulder. Instead he imagined snow. Plains filled with blinding snow that froze all that touched... but so beautiful, and so blank. His churning emotions sizzled in the imagined snows and dispersed to be delt at a later date. He waited patiently for the mother and daughter to complete their reunion.

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[> Subject: Alone
Author: Bob [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 13:34:54 10/27/02 Sun The resilient purple drake watches his brother with near-physical pain as he sees the hurt in the younger one's eyes. It takes all of his extensive willpower to prevent himself from moving over to him; He doesn't want me. He wants Mother. He sighs sharply, thinking the thought he wished he didn't have to. And so do I.