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Subject: |:D:| Into the darkness, darkness of the lair, appears a sphere. So emerald. Ancient, its aura. Rumble, it does. Shake and tremble and quiver. A life within--release abroad |:D:| Author: Debacle [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:42:12 08/25/02 Sun |:D:| Finally, so so finally, the emerald guard of an interior life, ceases. There, in the midst of loss, and ending, and ill-fate, lies the cast. An egg. Emerald. Such a pure emerald. Gleaming. It rocks-shudders. Life was abroad, eager and hungry. In the sweet sting of passion, look closer. Examine the lingering wonder. Upon the casts' pelt, the eggs hard self... A warning...scribed...written....etched...a warning.|:D:| ~:D:~Beware my commencing coming, Beware the day of meet, may you all. Beware my soul of confusion and chaos, Beware the Beast....Debacle. I feel your every fear, I devour your lingering pain. Your ill-fated mistakes, Are my ravishing gain. I sing the ancient lull of death, Your soul I wait to reap. Darkness fills my wakes, Darkness too thick, too deep. Behind the emerald shell, Comes the pelt piercing blind. Embodied in blazing light, But black the heart's true bind. Behind the ivory veil, Comes the monster at hand. A beast of icy flight, That spreads collaspe upon the land. Beware my commencing coming, Beware the day of meet, may you all. Beware my soul of confusion and chaos, Beware the Beast....Debacle.~:D:~ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: .evil? not quite. Author: .oblation. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:16:02 08/26/02 Mon the true The small female simply cackled, mysteriously eyeing the other with dreary doubt. Auburn spectacles, reveried devine, flourish in their deranged environment as to gaze upon the cracked shell demeaningly. Lobes prick, petite cranial held aloft, steadily and undaunted upon Oblation's crooked neck. What have we here? It's all for the rebellion; the truth; and the loyalty. ............ O B L A T I O N [ for the love of a nation ]

[> [> Subject: |:D:| Under gaze of debase--unwanted--the life crooned in glassy casing |:D:| Author: Debacle [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 09:20:32 08/26/02 Mon |:D:| Doubt--frivolous, fickle. But taken for lack of unborn knowing. Tremble more, the egg did, eating at the glare projected to its unseen being. Frigorific became the atmosphere surrounding...resounding. Gnostic aura abound. Cracks of high groze...splitting--creating the figure of thunder's accompany upon the eggs top. Tis all. Quiver once more. Stifled chirp. Settle. |:D:|

[> Subject: .you want me to raise you?. Author: .oblation. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 09:47:24 08/26/02 Mon the true Oblation was only a mere day old and now look, she's being a bitch to a child a day younger than her. Good job Oblation, old girl, show your instincts you runt, you. The small female watched, untimidly and strangely dominant, her posture unwavering and domineering to the injust little thing that had entered her 'space' defensely. Ominously, Oblation stands over it; fine then. Crystalline talons pick up the small 'thing' and turn it around and around in her overlarge hatchling hands, gray dappled scales glimmering immensely against the chirping light that drains from the foliage above. You'll hold me? I'll hold you. You'll watch me? I'll watch you. Forever? Forever. That was an interesting welcome indeed, Oblation took it to the contrary belief that she might be a parent when she grew up, god forbid, and yet, she wans't exactly a boy magnet. Impure lines, a ghostly mother, a previous King father, hell with it. She shrugs, her bulk flowing against her lith form as she turns the small hatchling into the light, emerald spectacles peering at it at a distraught angle as to scrutinize what the little tyke really was. It's all for the rebellion; the truth; and the loyalty. ............ O B L A T I O N [ for the love of a nation ]

[> [> Subject: |:D:| As risen, last morsels of emerald encasing shatters upon the terra |:D:| Author: Debacle [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:20:12 08/26/02 Mon |:D:| Oculus then oculi are revealed. Stark ivory are they--peering back at the holder. Stark ivory...felinic pupils of azul to complete the body member. Illuminous armor--still soft of birth. Though strength ripples. Ripples. Underneath grasp of elder. But the elder...not much bigger. Why is this? Ponder, does the yet so young...ponder. Hiss--sign of health-riving life. Hiss--of no threat. The small being chirps...low chirp. Accepting chirp. Minut paws graps those of larger stature abound to her. Ocules--piercing, sharp-- stare undoubtedly back. Gullet reveals green, wet vocals. Hexachords of a low lull. Ivory peerers stare back. Stone of belly reals in searching light. Glass...Ice. Etched upon: Debacle |:D:| Breed- Nidhogg line/Heraldic Gender- Dragoness Side- Evil Scale Color- A pure, illuminous ivory Scale Design - Scales are aligned to produce great armor, though easily accessed agility. All are of the hue told, except for five of a sky blue that formed a circle upon her brow. Wing Color - Wings are the same ivory, except for sky blue scales the sparatically appears along the major supporting wing digit. Wing Type- 3-digit with long talons at the joining of bones. Eye Color(s)- Irises are ivory with sharp shots of an occasional silver of blue. Pupil is of a feline. This is usually gold, but can fade to the ivory of the rest of her form in warning or stress. Nail/teeth coloration- Ivory nails and same for teeth Markings/physical attributes- A sharp ridge of spikes runs from head to tail, and two long bull-horns that spiral with age. The blue circle of scales in the center, just above the eyes. Tail holds three equidistand spear heads of great length that lengthen with age. Items: A stone of glass and ice is blazoned into her belly. Words are upon it. It reads: Debacle.