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Ezmerelda
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Date Posted: 20:59:10 09/12/02 Thu
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Scraping as I crawl-Your heart can't hear me.
Tearing bruising fall-Your hands can't feel me.
Thirsting raging blind-Your eyes can't see me.
Racing against time-Your arms can't hold me.
A great deal of pity and rage swelled within the Gaia. What ahd this friend of her's become? What had she done? She had created a blinded demon, lost all sight of the real world and could only see what she desired so lustfully.
T'was all the Gaia's fault.
Unfurling her petite wings she released her hold of he beloved Shadowlord. Advancing rather threateningly t'ward her friend. Something inside wanted her to literally slap a bit of sense into the she-demon, but she knew once her arm was ready for flight-she wouldn't have the will to let it fly.
Instead she halted abruptly before the 'Ness, eyes ablaze with unholy fire as she hissed to the dark feline. She had become more bloodthirsty than Raistlin-if that is possible.
She had a point, they must make the Lights surrender to them. But she wished there was another way than a massacre-the killing of those whom had done nothing to deserve such blind killing. There had to be some other way than this.
She all but shouted into DT's smirking face, how are she tell her that War wasn't pleasant?! She hadn't a clue as to the horrors one could observe in War, the horrors one had no power to stop.
..*You think I don't know the tragedies of war?! I'm am more than twice your age child and have seen far more opression and nightmares than you'll ever know! I have suffered far more than you. Do you not understand that each morning I, deep within, pray for my own death? You were so very lucky to die, perhaps that's were I should have left you*..
Pausing in her own grief she stood silently. Shameful eyes flickering to each 'round her-namely her Raist. Only he and her offspring kept her here. Any moment she could kill herself, release all her energy into oblivion and leave nothing left in her to survive. Just like she nearly did not long ago-where Osiris saved her with his comfort and love, and Black Tundra by plucking her from the misery of her own mind.
She looked sadly to her Bairavee, what had become of him also? Could she do nothing right? She never could anyway. Just look at her-one of the last of her race, stubbornly clinging to her heritage. Left by her Mate to join the peevish Lights, and disliked by her own children.
Could she do nothing right?
She turned to DT once more, this time more sorrowfully, with shame and lament. DT is her friend, or at least the old one was.
..*Vengence is the payback to those whom caused you pain and grief. The Lights didn't give you pain and grief, Loh did, and whoever else you fought in the War.
I have never tasted the bittersweet taste of revenge.
I have never had the opportunity to challenge and defeat my rivals.
I have never once felt even decent..about being who and what I am. But those are things I cannot change, I have no power over those things now. But you do, I say kill who ever hurt you. Kill Loh and his family-you have my blessing on that, my friend*..
Slowly and unsurely, she began to take up, once more, her comforting place by her love. But she paused. Angry orbs flashing to Gravity, Bob and Bairavee. Perhaps there was some way to make the Lights grovel, and possibly make some of their youth defect..
..*What if, while our troops delivered their onslaught on the TTs, some standing by stole all their offspring, all the draclings, and brought them here as prisoners. Their parents would grovel for their child's safety and return, some would attack in blind rage and get themselves killed in their haste. And when all is over, the Light brats would break down in anger and sorrow for the parents whom couldn't, and didn't, come to save them.
Or perhaps the only way is DT's and Oblation's way-total annihilation. Wipe them all out, saving the handful of Royals to mourn over their failed duty and lost way of life. Whichever way is thought 'best', the only outcome I want is the death of the two whom humiliated me. 'Tis the only thing I want, save for the end of sides between dragonkind..*..
Exhaling a deep sigh, she continued on t'ward the ebon. On passing her male self, she brushed and loving talon over his chest and shoulder. Transmitting through that touch a saddened thought from her haunted mind to his, soon to be haunted, one.
Whomever said all is air in love and war, mustn't have lived a life as our's
And so she took her stance by her love, arm though his, and short wings enveloping his ebon form delicatly. Waiting with pressured patience.
Ezmerelda,
the strong.
I am fog and fickle mist,
I am all that cannot be tamed,
I am born of Devil's kiss,
Sear potential unrestrained,
I do not know what haunts me,
What saddeneds my mind each day,
An age-old tale confounds me,
A spell I cannot allay.
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