| Subject: Zin-Charla |
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Dru'Riden
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Date Posted: 19:11:14 09/10/02 Tue
In reply to:
Zenra
's message, "The Many." on 13:29:46 09/10/02 Tue
Love...
The realm itself finally collapsed upon itself, a weird pseudo verison of the attack of Omegan, yet affecting what would be percieved as physical as the plane simply winked out of existance, in a huge dazzling spray of light, reminding one of the birth of a star as the elements slowly spiral to a center, intoxicating with the speed..then suddenly..nothiness..except for the Spire, which seems to shed a colorless light...
Love......
His spirit wailed...with hate, with passion. He knew who was infront of him..who was challenging him..and it tore his heart.
Which only made the part that Ceallac claimed long ago quiver in lust, pulling each muscle to his will as the face contorts to a wild expression of fury. Even as the other four within his soul..now his own..pulls him even further within that madness he once called home...
The massive wings unfurled, resembling a massive bird of prey diving toward where his bright shining eyes percieve a kill...looking to Wyrd and Zenra. Yet the part of him that remained true, just a small child in a dark corner now...simply whispers back the word sent to him thru the shadows... love...
The blade's tip dragged across where ground once existed, slowly starting to collect a strange matter of energy circulating about its blade and tang, so bright that it eclipses the wielder..except for his bright shining mark, his body suddenly seeming to depart within the glowing miasma, only to appear before the two, lifting his blade from right to left in a upward diagonal slash, slowly twisting his right hand below the pommel , this slash going straight toward the neck of Wyrd, expecting the creature to dodge aside, even as he whispers " Falling leaves cut " he suddenly pulls down upon the pommel, pushing it toward him as he sends his hand toward the right, a great hammer slashing toward the ivory white neck of Zenra, diagonally from left to right, the radical energy literally shattering the void around them in a kaeldiscopic explosion, even as his left wing slowly narrows, covering the guard of his blade and the flat incase of some strange type of parry, while the other wings simply blow back within the strange vaccum coming from the rifts within the void...
" There is no love.....only Pain..only Dru'Riden..."
The boy in the corner would have cried...if he had that much power....as he sighed.
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