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Subject: ..|~*~|.. Author: Ezmerelda [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:57:38 08/26/02 Mon In reply to: Bairavee 's message, "|:|Convulsion|:|" on 10:03:50 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. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: |:|Trembles|:| Author: Bairavee [ Edit | View ] 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 [ Edit | View ] 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...