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Subject: Re: . im gonna spark some life into this joint . - ALL -

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Wytch Hazel

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Date Posted: 18:36:25 09/14/02 Sat
In reply to: . o b l a t i o n . 's message, ". im gonna spark some life into this joint . - ALL -" on 11:26:09 09/08/02 Sun

Listen up.

The dracling stood up, cocking a brow at the preposterous ideas circulating half-heartedly around the chaotic group. Standing up with a feline agility, the femmora raised a muscled forelimb, slamming it upon the hearth to gain attention.

Damnit! This must stop. Immediatly. The disrespect circulating amugst this group of cowards is truely pathetic. Oblation is our Queen, and she shall have the respect she deserves. Everyone shall have their turn to speak; we shall not sit here and turn to a bunch of barbarians and name call in a pathetic manner.

Scrutenizing orbs cast disembalming glances over each in turn.

War shall be fought; it is unavoidable now. If we shall start training, it must commense immediatly. The lights are well aware of what we are doing, the way we flaunt around here like fools. Prince Bob's ideas are valid and should be conisered. Dark Tiger, why bother being defiant? We must work together, regardless. The more stragglers we have searching to be hero and independant, the more sure it shall be indefinant that we shall fail.

The harpsicord verberated with deturmination in each sylible.

Indeed, we are outnumbered. But if draclings such as I, Prince Bob, Tarquin, Oblation, Satyr, are trained adiquetly, we shall be valuable editions. We may not have the war expirience, but agility and youth is on our side. Each should be trained in turn to teqniques. And, we should find the strongest and most seasoned warriors to help set up a battle tactic. In the mean time, we must send a spy out, to see what, if any, the Lights plan to do in order to prepare. And this needs to begin immediatly. We have run out of time for petty quarrel.

Words said, the dracling stands back, B&C's brazen blood coursing hotly through her veins. The bloodlust inside her had emurged.

W Y T C H . H A Z E L
.the brazen.

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Ezmerelda and Gravity of Love
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Date Posted: 19:21:23 09/14/02 Sat

..|~*~|..

Silently she stands by her love. Waiting, watching.
Her heart growing ashen and sober as she listened to each and all. Writhing as she observed Dark Tiger-The Poor Soul.
All to rebellious and vengeful for her own good, her own health.
None would follow her, we were all to intelligent and mindful than that. Such hasty and unthought actions would ruin them and make them appear as mosquitoes-mindless and bloodthirsty.
Clinging to her Mate she nestled her head under his.
She to must train the young 'uns, her Gaian Diciples.
Arching her head as high as she could, she summoned them all.

..*Bairavee, Crystal's Tear, and Gravity of Love. You shall come with me, and we'll begin your tutoring in the Gaia art of fighting*..

Her scarlet eyes flash to the young wyrmling gazing at her. Suddenly taking a liking to the child for some unknow reason.
Perhaps it's just her Motherly instinct and love of draclings-always a weaknes of hers.
Lowering downward she smiles, her everglowing prisms flickering an evil warmth and kindness. Reaching a platinum talon, she touches it softly to the metallic's nose.
Suddenly and painlessly, the one's tail is healed, save for a scar. Nudging the young'un, she raises back up to her Mate. Mind inquiring a innocente question of him.
My love, would you mind...I have no place of my own to train my Diciples..
Nuzzling him, she kisses his tainted neck enticingly. HEr tail stretching to stroke the she-hatchling before curling 'round her mate's.

Ezmerelda,
the Strong.