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Date Posted: 10:33:52 02/18/03 Tue
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Sierra Fyreheart
's message, "Paradise" on 15:32:23 02/17/03 Mon
First it was death heat…then it was cold…now things were becoming normal? There really was some sick mind in this thing wasn’t there? He shrugged idly, shaking his head simultaneously…
The light was warm again, thank ye gods, being from where he was, the cold was not something that he could tolerate for long. Blinking slowly eclipsed bright cerulean eyes, as he let himself be beguiled, drawn into the chaos of eternity for a moment only to released back into the ordered scheme that was time and life. Smirking slightly he continued his trek, powerful muscles moving with silent deadly grace, hidden by the folds of baggy black jeans. The ground was eaten up with his easy gait, and while he could have been flying, he had decided from the get go, that perhaps remaining low key for a while proved advantageous. Or perhaps was it not? He could have always made a flashy appearance after-all…but still…maybe…
Shrugging it all off as simple vanity, he continued on his way , singing in a low yet melodic voice in accordance with the sounds wafting slowly from within his headphones. The intense techno beat accompanied by a soft female voice that he harmonized with even now. A small grin on his face as the chorus came up… “when you walk away, you wont hear me say…please o baby…don’t go. Simple and clean is the way that you’re making me feel, tonight, it’s hard to let it go…”
He barely noticed the fact that he was being stalked, black and blue spiked hair dancing in the wind only slightly as opposed to the usual long tendrils that his father and mother seemed to adore. Hey…new times…new cuts. It wasn’t until the air wavered around him did he notice the gout of intense flame that arched towards him. Instinct and reaction melted into one being, even as he dropped forward, hands diving before him. Weight shifted quickly as muscles tensed, swinging him around to face his opponent even while flames ignited the tree behind him… he blinked rapidly, slim yet lithe and muscled body suddenly coated in a sheen of sweat. “What the hell?”
They came then…drow. Dark beings covered in filthy clothing. Bandits. He had thought everything save a few were dead? Then he frowned slightly. It seemed someone was once again screwing around with reality. Didn’t they learn that something that they did would always come back to haunt them in the end? Couldn’t they learn that simple fact? Blinking quickly he established that there was one among them that was a mage, and that one was wearing a light armor…something that could provide limited protection for a body of limited strength. He grinned…boy did they pick the wrong guy…
There was no chance to speak…he gave them none. Why should he? They attacked him first, but he sure as hell was gonna finish it! He heard them then…and smiled, that sweet melody surpassing the ones on his headphones. Swallow held in first guard position he leapt forward, a blur of liquid grace and strength. He twisted, and turned, swirled and danced among them, leaping and diving, tearing and kicking. The ground was soon covered in their blood, dozens of slashes marked on each of their bodies…yet none lethal. He smiled and winked…at them even as the mage hurled with his last strength a ball of flame.
Wings spread then…azure with black tips. He smiled even as they whipped around him shielding him even as the flame impacted, roaring its sheer hatred and fury against him. It broke against him as the waves against the sea shore…and yet did nothing. Slowly wings spread as he smiled again. “Nice one…though, it needs a little more ‘umph’ in it…try using some more bat guano. Heh.” The smirk was dark even as a power was summoned. A ripple, a heat shimmer…invisible and yet furious grasped the mage then…wrapping burning tendrils around his arms and legs…searing with explosive pain…sealing away access to magic at the same time. Violet light streaming from the drow’s mouth as he screamed in utter pain. The power was sealed again. “I suggest you people go now…you all need treatment, else you would die.” He walked over to one of them on the floor, smirking as he lifted his head be his hair. “o yea…by the way…the mage wont be of any help in curing your wounds…he’s well…spaded.”
The figure grinned even as he left, wings flapping powerfully and taking him airborne. He was closer than ever to the mark…and he wanted to meet this person anyways. She was said to be beautiful after-all. Wind once again tried to tug at static spikes of black and blue, unable to really…as he soared. Destination in sight. Neo Hogoromo. He flew through the shield as if it didn’t exist, gliding easily until landing with a grace that was beguiling that roared of someone else. He grinned, bronzed bare chest still in a thin sheen of sweat, only it made him stand out more.
Quickly he strode over to Lashana Treerunner and the Goddess and kissed their cheeks lightly, ignoring the astonished stares by all those that were there…astonished that he simply entered through the shield unscathed, that he would actually KISS the goddess. “heyla aunties! Nice to meet you!” He grinned and winked at them…despite her shock. “Dad and Mom say they miss ya both.” He blinked and reached into his pocket and pulled out the eden gem…the gem that held Magus and Sierra’s paradise and gave it to Zenra. He then turned to Lashana “…I mean…Dad said you still owed him a kiss…you never did find him in that hide and seek game….” He grinned again, crossing arms over well muscled chest even as a faint glow emitted from her forehead…vanishing into the air…it tasting of Chronus… “Oh yea….I’m Damian Starfyre…child of Magus and Sierra Silverfyre.”
That’s when Ceallac appeared…
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