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Date Posted: 08:14:17 08/25/02 Sun
the true
The small, petite female watched the immense foliage grow over a small tree in quiet interest, her intriqued, twisted features replaying her utmost curiousity that piques the moment. Her mourning over and done, she simply watches as her mother and father mottle into the ground, into the underworld; emerald spheres lapse back, rapt into the silence that draws around the dappled belle. Snout, tawny white, sinks into her paws, crystalline talons covering her eyes. Peace. Quiet. But yet, she heard voices.
I'll hold you.
You'll hold me?
I'll love you.
You'll love me?
Forever.
Forever.
"Odd how perfection is forgotten in the face of desperation." And so it was. But, Oblation did not worry, 'less stood her ground and percieved the true aspects of her heritage. Half sun dragon, half shadow, and yet she was a dapple gray female with remarkable intuition. What a difference. Oblation watched, twisting her tail around her waist while contemplating. How she resembled her father, in wits, in boldness, and in pride. How her features sang with bittersweet pride, the pride that boiled beneath her crisply shiend scales and emitted sparks to show the world. Oh, the love of a nation was more than an ravenous creature could pursue; more than a love, more than a world.
So there she was, daughter of Vaspyra, the rebellious spirit, and Osiris, the true. He of loyalty, and she of admiration; how funny it was to find that they indeed lived up to their names; served only the people, and cared for themselves when they had time. How perfection was flawless in admiration, indeed. Oblation now took her stand upon the nation, clawed feet set apart to reveal remarkable balance, the dapple gray hatchling looking as if a mature, female adult, standing tall upon a deranged cliff in the distance. In syncrhonized seconds, she screams, the defiant luminous tune streaking across the horizon and engulfing her in a web of pride. How Oblation would serve her nation; for Osiris, for Vaspyra, for the Darks.
It's all for the rebellion;
the truth;
and the loyalty.
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O B L A T I O N
[ for the love of a nation ]
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Date Posted: 11:51:56 08/25/02 Sun
[And now the sable called to her, to come out from her thoughts. She stood by the enterance of her Lair with the petite beauty's sibling. Crimson oculars looked at the sterling female quietly. Funny. she hoped she would be able to see how the Next Generation turned out]
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[> Subject: .the daughter of a warrior.
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Date Posted: 14:07:49 08/25/02 Sun
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A rel=nofollow target=_blank miniscule ebony dracling weaved raptly between the muscled legs of her matriarch, a mamalian agility apparent in the plyable bending of the serpentinian monument. Mohogany orbs pass the other swifty; and the physique drags to a hault.
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But the one, so young, ws aged in a prim fit with a immediate understanding of the world and its ways. The vividness had seeped slowly from the world as the youth knew it, a scrutenizing look cast over the dank happenings in one, immediate disembalming. Rapt intent as the youth surveyed the other. It seemed a curse, perhaps, like that of Medusa. A meeting, a greeting, then death.
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So it be from Raistlin, the first glance from brazen orbs being blood seeping from an open wound. In a sheer irony, one might perhaps find the crimson fluid seeping from an elders wound damaging, but the fair dracling was instincively waried to the ways of the curious Realm. Next be it Osris....never had she met he, but a solo, fleeting fathom of a moment. But she grieved, yes.
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And now the petite femmora peers upon oblation, another. Shall the curse carry? Pray it not.
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Precarious eyes drag slowly over the physique of the new one. A careless demeanor, no doubt, for the dracling who gave respect to sparse and pity to none. Etched maw thrown back, an off glance. A snubbing from the young one? It is possible. Momma's stubborn little girl.....
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W.Y.T.C.H H.A.Z.E.L.
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[> Subject: .for the love of a nation.
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Date Posted: 14:49:20 08/25/02 Sun
the true
She, one who had no doubt, though sported dubious looks; and she, one who had no fear, yet was surrounded by it. Different how the fabled 'curse' will lead to haunt little Oblation, but in dyer need, the proud injustice would take toll. She was strong, she was the bittersweet pride, the rapt reverie the spoke so sullenly with flawless antics that never ceased. She was a calliber, daughter of those whom had held strong power; Oblation would live up to her father's name, and sport the code of arms that he once burdened under. The dapple gray peered upward, her stylized, emerald spheres diluted against the odd foliage that let through so much sunlight.
I'm watching you.
You're watching me?
I'm cradling you
You're cradling me?
You know it.
I know it.
Wow, those voices always popped out of nowhere, no doubt the voicings of her dead mother, Vaspyra, the rebellious soul. Throwing her sculpted head back, the small dragoness sang lyrical vocals in the night, before interrupted by a caliginous shadow that lurked nearby. Cocking her perfected dial listlessly, Oblation stared into the rapt shadows ominously, crystalline talons tapping against her forearm in mere suspicion. But, she knew of this female; daughter of Blood and Chocolate, of course.
You do not speak to me.
I see you.
Alright, you caught her; so what, Oblation had her sarcastic side, but she was all pride. Damn the bittersweet pride that hung so clear within the depths of metallic eyes, and so evident in the shroud of gray scales. Oblation wrapped her thick tail around her in habit, peering immensely in to the shadows, beckoning the larger female out. You could obviously see that Oblation was no straggler, and for this, she was gifted with fearless ambition; strength above strength.
The gray, roughly the size of a three-year-old dragon now perched herself aloft, claws digging into the dirt-trophed grovel below. Obviously big for the inheritance of Osiris's many genes, she now peered around, her face resembling that of the grand old dragon that had fallen just moments ago. She leaped. Roughly estimated about three feat ahead, she landed, curving up ominously, perched like a stalking lion upon the stone rafters. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Right then, Oblation had just noticed Blood and Chocolate and acknowledged her; simply beckoning both to come forth. They could chat, she wasn't exactly mute.
It's all for the rebellion;
the truth;
and the loyalty.
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O B L A T I O N
[ for the love of a nation ]
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[> [> Subject: [For the love of the country]
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B&C
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Date Posted: 17:27:27 08/25/02 Sun
[She towered over her daughter, aware of her devious ways and snotty attitude. It might get her somewhere. She regarded the young'un. Sad to have to grow up so fast. But she didn't have to. As was stated, now apparently the three of them controlled the Evil lands. And one had more authority then another as it seemed]
[She gently picked up her young and placed her 'pon her back. Out of reach of harms way. Slowly she stalked towards her in a predator's fashion. But that was what she was. A killer. One who thirsted for blood. She was The Warrior. Also falling under the label of The Insane. She of death and distruction. She of beauty and seduction. Of course, even the strongest would fall and the raven had fallen many times. Malice glittered in a crimson fire. Undying]
[She now stood before the younger. Yes, she was larger than many but for now she was the taller of the two. Opaque talons left deep crevices in the rock she had strode 'pon. Slight cordially dip of chiseled dial was given to the babe. Sign of acknowledgment]
((Bah..I dont wanna rp now..*whines*))
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