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Date Posted: 09:47:24 08/26/02 Mon
In reply to:
Debacle
's message, "|: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:|" on 20:42:12 08/25/02 Sun
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 ]
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