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Date Posted: 14:49:20 08/25/02 Sun
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's message, ".daughter of rebellion and true." on 08:14:17 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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