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Subject: |:|Convulsion|:|

Author:
Bairavee

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Date Posted: 10:03:50 08/26/02 Mon

The emerald green carries himself weakly, pain forcing his to travel on the ground instead of taking to the skies for easier travel. Yes, his anguished form had made it's way from the sea, all the way back to his dark abode. Shadows and memories taunted him as he forced his way into the TT, red optics unable to show the bloodshot lines that run through. A moan of pain escaped a swollen throat and blurred vision fades to black...

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[> Subject: Up

Author:
Kris
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Date Posted: 18:24:43 08/26/02 Mon

>The emerald green
>carries himself weakly, pain forcing his to travel on
>the ground instead of taking to the skies for easier
>travel. Yes, his anguished form had made it's way from
>the sea, all the way back to his dark abode. Shadows
>and memories taunted him as he forced his way into the
>TT, red optics unable to show the bloodshot lines that
>run through. A moan of pain escaped a swollen throat
>and blurred vision fades to
>black...

[> Subject: ..|~*~|..

Author:
Ezmerelda
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Date Posted: 19:57:38 08/26/02 Mon

..|~*~|..

..F.e.a.r..

A sudden feeling struck the poor Mother. A wrenching, subtle pain that twisted her heart and made her chest tighten.
Her everglowing prisms searching for the cause, only to dim at what their vision beheld.
Her sinewy gullet emitting a cry o' worry and shock she forced her tumescent frame to lumber o'er to her fallen son.
Taking him in her frail arms, tucking his head under her neck and draping her pinions o'er his form.
Oh, what had happened? What had she done?
Her poor child.

..~*~..Bairavee...oh, my boy..wake up..~*~..

Ezmerelda,
the enduring curse.

[> [> Subject: |:|Trembles|:|

Author:
Bairavee
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Date Posted: 23:16:14 08/26/02 Mon

Dark male shudders sharply, small muscle spams becoming larger and more frequent. Slowing, glowing red optics are forced to poen and rhe gazes upon his mother. Ah yes, his mother. How much he longed to be like her. And now, perhaps he could. Shaking claw reahces up to her and he gasps out a single, meaningful word...

Change...

Ah yes, the word ment to much. But would she relize it's importance? Shuddering sharply, a cold sweat breaks out upon his body. Small scales seem to slip off his hide and his eyes contact hers. The plee in repeated mentally before he sinks back into a sickened darkness...

[> [> [> Subject: Up...

Author:
Kris
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Date Posted: 20:01:22 08/27/02 Tue

>Dark male shudders
>sharply, small muscle spams becoming larger and more
>frequent. Slowing, glowing red optics are forced to
>poen and rhe gazes upon his mother. Ah yes, his
>mother. How much he longed to be like her. And now,
>perhaps he could. Shaking claw reahces up to her and
>he gasps out a single, meaningful word...
>
>Change...
>
>Ah yes, the word ment to
>much. But would she relize it's importance? Shuddering
>sharply, a cold sweat breaks out upon his body. Small
>scales seem to slip off his hide and his eyes contact
>hers. The plee in repeated mentally before he sinks
>back into a sickened darkness...

[> Subject: ..|~*~|..

Author:
Ezmerelda
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Date Posted: 21:27:00 08/27/02 Tue

..|~*~|..

..A.w.a.k.e.n.i.n.g..
Oh, if my life was a dream within a dream!
Not awakening 'til the beam!

Reaching a tender claw out she strokes her son gently 'pon his forehead.
Yes, it was true. He was to much like her to deny it.
Pures born of Pure are rumoured to be almost exact replicas of their parent. And so he was. He looked just like her.
There was no denying it.

Setting him down she paused to eye him in his Sleeper form.
So plain, but beautiful. So impure, but clear.
Her back arching she stretch up to the heavens.
Dial o' regal elegance throne aback and arms outstretched to the winds as are her dappled pinions.
Her eyes now resembling glaring, ruby spotlights as they glow as brightly as the sun. The clouds above swirl as they become now golden and illuminated, other than silven and dull. The heavens become a myriad of hues as the earth shudders 'neath all's feet. Out from the ground and all living things come sparkles of spiritual light, showing their connection to each and all-their life force.

The golden mists of the sky spiral down and the light form the Earth circle 'round to engulf the Sovereign in a Holy nimbus, and both seem to be absorbed into her radiant complexion most powerfuly.
Becoming aglow with the light of the heavens, she steps o'er her son and places a burning hand 'pon his chest.
Many minutes of strainful but soft groans of concentration, it happens.
All light emitting from the Gainair travels into the fallen one. As it does, the skies roar with approval, the Earth quakes with acceptance. The trees and the grass and the flowers wave with admiration and humility at their new Lord.

All absorbed light shines out each of the young'un's pores only to return within. Return within to change him, give him the honorable and privilage of the power of the Gaias.
Now he must be taught to use his new found powers. Bu the only one who knew how-Ezmerelda. His Sovereign Mother.
He shall now be many times more powerful than he ever could be in his Sleeping state. He had a gift, and received it well. He deserved it, unlike many others, he deserved it.

"I am fog and fickle mist
I am all that can't be tamed
I am born of devil's kiss
Sear potential unrestrained,
I do not know what haunts me,
What saddened my mind all day;
An age-old tale confounds me,
A spell I cannot allay...."

Ezmerelda,
the eduring curse.

[> Subject: |:| A New |:|

Author:
Bairavee
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Date Posted: 16:20:57 08/28/02 Wed

:N:E:W:
Red optics slowly begin to gaze upon the world once more, as a soft groan escapes green lips.
What was this strange new sensation he felt flooding his veins?
All life surrounding him was aware of he, and he was aware of them.

Optics fall upon his mother, and a warm simper forms on his lips.
Muscles contract as he stands up, extending to his full height once more.
Pulls mother into a thankful hug, great pinions extending around her.
Releases slowly, and his eyes glow with pride.

Thank you.
You have done more for me than I can ever repay...

Gazes at her, final request silent.
Would she teacher her own son?

Bairavee
|:| A New |:|

[> Subject: ..|~*~|..

Author:
Ezmerelda
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Date Posted: 21:12:45 08/28/02 Wed

..|~*~|..

..A.d.o.r.a.t.i.o.n..
The universe is part of this one cry,
Part of this world we are born to die,
We are part of this one cry.

Twin prisms look unto her grown child with adoration and love within their illuminated shells.
Her heart sighed as she studied her renewed son with pride.
Chuckling ever so slightly to him before she cooed unto him softly.

..~*~..Repay? How silly, though I must now ask you to do something for me. Not to repay me, no no, something you must do as an obligation to your heritage.
I must ask you to learn from me, allow me to tutor you in grasping and controlling your new powers. For without guidance, they shall wither away if unused. Or if attempted to use without tutoring, you could harm yourself or another.
With this gift comes great responsibility and dedication. Hard work and constant learning until I can do no more for you.
What say you to this, my dearest child?..~*~..

She held a intensely serious tone, one of such power it could not be overlooked or missed by her soft, lulling voice.
Ah, she knew his answere before she even spoke, before she ever transformed him. She shall now have two Diciples.
One, the young and intelligent Crystal's Tear. Her very first.
Second, her own son, a replica of herself in many, many ways. Dear Bairavee. Sensitive and strong. Impetuous, as she, but with time that shall fade.
Ah, she couldn't be more pleased, more proud.
Never.

"I am fog and fickle mist
I am all that can't be tamed
I am born of devil's kiss
Sear potential unrestrained,
I do not know what haunts me,
What saddened my mind all day;
An age-old tale confounds me,
A spell I cannot allay...."

Ezmerelda,
the enduring curse.

[> [> Subject: \|:\| Grin \|:\|
Author: Bairavee [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 16:11:14 08/29/02 Thu :G:R:I:N: Emerald male grins softly, eyes flashing. So long had he wanted to join her among her kind. Of course he would accept. Grin dims slightly and he nods. I will undergo your training... Bairavee \|:\| A New \|:\|