| Subject: We live chaos. |
Author:
Wyrd
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Date Posted: 11:33:20 05/22/02 Wed
In reply to:
Valenthe
's message, "Re: Sweet Dove" on 11:01:53 05/22/02 Wed
He stepped out slowly through the trees, crimson eyes near ruby in color peered from benieth a feathered plume on his head. How strange it must look to them, a strange breed of dragon and wolf and bat and bird. A flicker across crimson eyes to icy blue, and then back again.
"Valenthe, yes. I know you. Your companion I know not of, but you...the so commonly refered to Dove. Fate's on daughter made unwhole."
He'd been walking this way since Lashana left him, severed that bond like an old peice of leather, leaving that strand of incorporeal essence floating, waiting for a new grasp.
"The chaotic purpose I refer to is life, and a life of my own. You seek this purpose too, a meaning to this exsistance."
A smile, a show of pure silver teeth.
"For those of us that should not exsist, we have no purpose, but it is living things like you, that will give me such. Fate's purpose for me, before I was reclaimed, was to be the All Guardian. Now I have no purpose, and I am in search of one. Tell me, what do you desire? I can make it possible."
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