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Subject: She snorts a trail of smoke

Author:
Isadora

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Date Posted: 17:30:17 11/06/02 Wed
In reply to: .osiris. 's message, ".did I mention that I'll haunt you forever?." on 11:27:56 11/04/02 Mon

She very clearly remembered the day she hatched, and no one met her eager stare with a look of joy. She found a random home, a territory by which she no longer was known of in. Hanging her head, her own mental voice played its own hue of woe that chimed in a duet with Pyrrha's. She looked not at the forest green dragon, nor B&C, nor Pyrrha. She looked at Osiris and knew. She knew that he was her father, there was no doubt in her mind. Shock, not rage, pulsed in her veines. And confusion. Who was she, really? The question was not who are you, but who am I?

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Pedro
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Date Posted: 17:39:11 11/06/02 Wed

=| His eyes flash... and that's the only warning. Suddenly his arm braces and then swings as quickly as possible towards the hellbender's head. Cold rage fills him, contained and almost calm in his control. He straightens visibly as he turns from his sister to approach the blood-red dragoness, his eyes glinting dangerously.

"You clearly have a power - learn to control it. Do not blame my sister for what you cannot do. You are the fool for not learning how to shield other's pain from your own mind, not she." About to disdainfully turn away, he pauses to glance at the pink dracling. Studying her, she looks to be about the same age as his sister and him. The same familiarity that Isadora feels - though Pedro can hardly know as he has not the mind-speech that both B&C and Crystal Tears possess - simmers within him, playing off his natural instincts.

Thrusting aside the emotions that rage at Crystal Tears, at Osiris... at almost everyone here, he gives the pink one a smile. "My name is Pedro, and my sister is Pyrrha. I would ask you your name, but-" he sends a surely glance in the general direction of Crystal Tears, "It has become necessary for Pyrrha and I to leave. You may join us if you wish." Reaching Pyrrha's side, he lays a commanding claw upon her shoulder. "We are going now." |=