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Zenra
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Date Posted: 13:29:46 09/10/02 Tue
In reply to:
Tyrsis
's message, "The Whole" on 05:44:08 09/10/02 Tue
To protect my people, to protect the whole.
Sierra.
Silvery turquoise eyes looked down, and she reached down quickly and scooped up the dagger. It tingled her hand, and resolve settled across her mind.
It is your fate that we do not follow you down your path, but walk along side it.
Ariel.
Zenra closed her eyes, her hand fingering along the hilt of the dagger as a soothing sense of determination flickered over her. With her other hand she fingered the hilt of the IceWind, a warm honey like feel seeping through it.
A power filtered through her like no other, soft and gentle in its caresses, making only a slight wind where there should be none. The White Wind. The voices and songs and prayers that echoed in her mind and through her heart.
It wrapped itself around her form and her clothes changed, leaving her with nothing more than two circlular plates of gold covering her breasts, and black lines drawing along her eyes to her temples. From her waist hung a clasp of gold with a long silken like dress that almost touched the nonfloor. From her arms hung at the elbows another clasp of gold and a tress of cloth. (Think Akasha from Queen of the Damned ^_~) And two triangles of black leading down from her eyes like stripes. (Now think of Tenchi's mom in Tenchi Miyo in Love Muwaha) A sash hung from the front of the long dress/skirt, along it in Forgotten read To love is the greatest power.
Silver and gold intermingled in feathers in her wings, creating a look that she was splashed with silver and gold paint, and it stained the feathers.
"I know what I have to do..."
She stepped forward, past Chaos, past Genesis, and stopped beside Wyrd. In her right hand she held the dagger, in her left, her sword.
"None? What of the one he wants? Does she too feel your pain that you've already shared? Your sorrow in which she's already drown? Your anger which she has already beared witness to? Nay."
She opened her eyes, her feelings has guided her forward, now deep cerulean with flecks of violet. They rested directly on Kami, unwavering, yet full of an emotion that was extremely misplaced in such a surrounding. Unhindered...love. She rested two fingers on Wyrd.
"You'll let us pass."
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