| Subject: Perceptions Changing |
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Naisa Satori
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Date Posted: 19:20:51 10/01/02 Tue
In reply to:
Naisa
's message, "Its already begun" on 19:03:29 10/01/02 Tue
glacies elementi
Ice errupted around her, blossoming snow white in a feild of green and brown. Forest protested, branches straining under the sudden cold...
...her target falling, wings burdened with the intensity of glaciers of ice, eons frozen in a moment.
^THWACK!^
Naisa stepped forward, feeling her brother's presence behind her, feeling his sword call out as though eager for the taste of seraphic blood. Time honored words tumbled out, pervaded by the feel of blood, honorless in its use. Broken angel lay at her feet, consciousness driven away by impact with terra and blood a gathering pool beneath broken wings. White Wind pale against its forehead. So this was what they were like up close. She leaned down and dragged her dagger across his throat, golden red blade glinting with the feel of imperfection.
Tainted deity.
Worse than steel, the blade curled smoke about the edges of the skin, peeling away layers of flesh until throat was lain bare.
And somewhere, Zenra felt it, that pinprick of misfortune felt by her Seer. Sleeping Goddesses are easy to still blood from, particularly when all one needs is a drop. She turned to look at Mateo, white hair startlign in the sunlight.
"There's one. Your turn."
And how could their Goddess not feel such a thing? Her own blood and magick worked against her 'angels'.
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