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Subject: Wiatinisha.

Author:
Zenra

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Date Posted: 16:59:12 02/09/03 Sun
In reply to: Invellios Dru'Riden 's message, "Played perfectly" on 07:35:24 02/09/03 Sun

Pain.
Love.
Hatred.
Sacrifice.
Honor.
Loyalty.
Cruelty.
Morality.
Malice.
Destruction.
Creation.
Absolution.
Defiance.
Rebellion.
Torment.
Pleasure.
Lust.
Innocence.

Wiatinisha.

The word hung around the goddess like the fog that rose from the ice. Her aura warmed the air, and the ice rose to claim it for its own, heat and cold mixing to clouds.

"There....will be nothing left...."

Wiatinisha.

The wind whispered the word into her ears, delicate points peering out from individual strandes of dove gray hair that moved breathlessly on the breeze. Everything was still and quiet and calm. It was unnatural.

Even as the omen of death hung in the sky, surrounded by its globe of ice. It wouldn't last long. The angry green threated to devour everything, even the ice in which it was presently trapped.

Still loosely in her grasp hung the Kyuuyaku no Ayame, its presence above all stirred something to be feared, and loathed. But desperation decreed for such things.

Wiatinisha.

The word loomed, it's meaning unknown to all but her. It was her word, one to be broadcast throughout the minds of all should the worst come to past. Delicate fingers fondled the locket against her throat. An old habit, one that never died, even when it wasn't there.

Wiatinisha.

The blue sun hovered overhead, unceacing its cold light. It was reminicing of home, so long long ago, when there was nothing to fear but bad dreams and small pranks.

Such time was long since dead. Never again to be known.

Black glittered against the contrast of white. Kyuuyaku no Ayame was impatient, a hum arising from the blade that whispered the word that ran through the young Goddess' mind.

Wiatinisha

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