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Subject: Prayers to Broken Stones

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Tyrsis Stormwind

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Date Posted: 14:53:24 08/15/02 Thu
In reply to: Dru'Riden 's message, "Dragauth's Path" on 13:07:32 08/15/02 Thu

Acris Temerum Lividum Allecto Erinys Tisiphone Dirarum

Words were meaningless, thoughtless as they drifted across her senses. Golden eyes snapped open against warm sunlight, regarding the one who had woken her, almost spiteful for the feelings and interpretations lost on her... and yet not, those were the desired affects, the cherished sense from whence an eternity of power and corruption eminated. Hatred was acidic, burning its creator far more often than its intended target.

"Hello." Her words formed slowly, gaining meaning with a measured calm, control her greatest ally in a time when it lacked entirely. Her dreams threatened to consume her again.

Atropos Lachesis Clotho Parcae Argutarum

Blood-stain wings spread around her, righting themselves as she shifted towards a position akin to sitting, knife falling into her hands. Red slashes marked where it had lay, trickle of crimson running towards her naval. She waited for her waker to speak, to learn that this was all a silent dream that only she had seen. Something of childhood reborn in nightmare, and not the truth it had become. She realized she was praying.

Fortes Fortuna Adiuvat

Golden eyes caught sunlight, reflecting it back in a burst of light, her senses speaking of coming rain.

Perfidelus

OOC: http://www.nd.edu/~archives/latgramm.htm

*twiddles thumbs and waits for the end or begining* Love you guys.

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