| Subject: .I will rise and I will crawl.God knows even angels fall. [crucial, all. death.] |
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.[vaspyra].
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Date Posted: 19:28:25 08/24/02 Sat
Odd how perfection was forgotten in the tirals of love and betrayal; and so it was with the flawless, golden dragoness. In her life, betrayal spoke outwardly, but utmostly, love burnished the centerfolds of her creviced being, the belle unashamed and quite abrashed with the first coming true love.
'Osiris'
She spoke the name slowly, the words lulling on her lips as she slid to his side. Damn them. Damn death. Damn everything. Silent, oscillating tear streaked down her plated face, crystalline talons reaching forth to stroke the concaves of his face emersely before pulling back, lips pursed, though a strangled yell of defeat echoes from her lingering vocals. She pursues him more, resting her fine, golden head upon his black, ominous body, the rapt silence flooding, pressuring upon small, delicate ears. It was odd, indeed, but Osiris was different. True. Yes, that's what he was; true to the end. Evil as could be, King at one time, and yet no one ever doubted him, though he spoke words that were often sagacity and unlikely for a Dark now-a-days. She had fallen for him, old Queen herself and risen from the dead.
But, it was her turn to fall. But, there was a surprise the world was yet to encounter. Of course, Osiris and herself knew they were perishing under the hand of Lady Death, and for herself, she was perishing once more. The herectic angel silently looked upon the Black; funny, he didn't care that she was ressurected and wasn't her first self. She guessed it was true love; and so be it. She fled to his arms, and he took her in. Vaspyra sat, alone, unable to look any farther than his fractured, rather solemn face. Her breath ragged, she stood, though soon after, her knees collapsed, crystalline talon folded over her abnormally large stomach.
Vaspyra. Dead. Gone. But yet, another sound ruptures the soft, squelching silence. The small bleeting of a young dragon is heard, louder as it steadily grew, a small form hastily burrowed out of Vaspyra's stomach and plopped itself on the ground, sitting ominously, arms folded, staring at the dead golden and black dragon. Funny how, when you look at two dead dragons and dragonessess and say goodbye, when really, they're your parents. Sad, almost depressing it was to watch, the plated blue dragon that was born, still in the birthing juice, begins to circle the immense black dragon, metallic talons flowing over the curvatures of Osiris's male features. And oddly, the caliginous young hatchling knew at once this was his father, and hastily threw himself upon him, though no tears where shed, the groggling noises of the small male raged from deep within his throat.
Another plop sounds in the distance, and a small, curious looked dappled gray dragoness peers upward at the clouds, her emerald spectacles shining in the florescent acerage. A soft smile lead to her kindling, almost true features, resembling her father immensley. The reverie now peered around, goggling at the features that perched, deranged, above. Squealing suddenly, she darts to the golden, ignoring her brothers squelching sobs. She looks into her mother's eyes, almost kindly, mournfully, and places a soft, silver talon across her face. Ice cold. She drew it back, wrapped her tail around herself, and sat herself upon Vaspyra's shoulder. Head cocked, she drew figures into her mother's arm, that of a sun; and a human with the head of a jackal. The sign of Anubis, whom would bring her into the Underworld. Weird how the female knew so much, though call it intuition; her father and mother had strived for perfection, and so would she.
There where now two living ancestors of Osiris and Vaspyra; male and female; the living reverie and the caliginous manifest. There were two, and only two, born alive and oddly perfected; flawless. He, with blue-silver armor, revealed to stimulate the essence of Vaspyra, her kind features etched upon his handsome, masculine face. And the reverie, kindred and truthful, approached the being of a twin of Osiris, the true nature building upon her spine.
: the death of vaspyra brings two. :
meet...
T A L O N
.the caliginous manifest.
son of
[.vaspyra .X. osiris.]
AND
O B L A T I O N
.the rapt reverie.
daughter of
[.vaspyra .X. osiris.]
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