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Date Posted: 20:03:12 09/08/02 Sun
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's message, ". im gonna spark some life into this joint . - ALL -" on 11:26:09 09/08/02 Sun
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People talk to much
for what they have to say,
Words without a meaning
Just fading away.
'Pon the war scented gusts of wind, she enters.
The earth churning below, singing a greeting to their Lady, one of only three surviving Gaianesses.
Yes, she too, had heard of War.
A dracling during the last, the dragoness of six turns promised to be of use in this one. Hopefully the last of them all. No more Wars. No more loss, agony, no more oppression and death. No more sides and separation.
No more, she prayed.
The young oracle folded her wings midflight, the soft zephyrs keeping her afloat as she twisting her lanky frame o' deepest amethyst. Her silver dusted sides and stark sterling blaze ever refulgent, reflecting sharp rays o' light as she freefalled to the terra below. Landing as soft and silent as a feline, many yards from the sovereign group.
Her midnight prisms seemed to have a navy aura about them, pierced by each sterling glitter beheld by them as they studied the young group. How pleasant and welcoming it was to be near those closer her own age. Though it was too daunting, as well.
The young Gaia step nearer, dipping her single crescent horn o' twisted diamond and sapphire respectfully to the young Royals, including the Sovereign son. Newly had she become a Gaian, though the Hierarchey o' her kind was well known to her. Something that, luckily, came instantly to her after her awakening.
..:If I may speak, I shall say first of all, Oblation has a good idea and intention, as do Prince Bob and Blood and Chosolate. I agree with her proposal of a raid, but I also agree with Prince Bob. Heavy training and practice are in order, as is striking suddenly and relentlessly 'till all is ended:..
Casting the young Oblation and warm and understanding smile, as well as the Prince, she turned to the emerald drake. Clearly seeing that he, too, was Gaian. Pure at that. And she had fortunatly overheard the Sovereign emerald as she entered. Her proposals of full allegiance to the Shadows and Darks. Feeling she must evidently be of part and aid, her she was. Gazing at the fellow Gaia for a moment, she yurned and stared at the ground between them all as she spoke once again.
..:I am a Gaia dragoness, Pure and one of the only three left. Strangely, I have full control and use of each of my powers, and had since they were awakened in me:..
The young amethyst beauty paused for a mere moment between her words, shifting her frail feet out of the cluster of flowers, ever magically sprouting beneath each foot. Her glowing prisms shift to the Prince's as she finishes.
..:And I therefore offer them and myself. I want to be of any help I can in this War, and I plan to go to the edge of my limits and beyond in whatever assignment given me. As a Gaia, and as a Dark, I swear my loyalty and obediance. For I cannot stand this constant circle of separation, oppression and bloodshed any longer. 'Tis time to end it all:..
All my days are midnight trances,
All my nights ethereal dances,
My heart's escapade in it's romances,
All unceased by critical glances.
(You may know who I am, but I not gonna tell you who she is! Nah-nah! ~dances around and stick out her tongue~)
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