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Brahâma
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Date Posted: 14:40:35 05/03/03 Sat
In reply to:
Spankinth
's message, "<-If time shall end tomorrow->" on 02:25:23 05/03/03 Sat
[: Broken :]
She was of the shadows, a lingering memory that swiftly rose in these lightened lands. No longer light, she knew. But, no lands could be dubbed dark. The dragonlands had been lost in a mist of grayness, a nuetralness. Some were bold enough to call it peace. Light romed freely in dark domain, and dark in light. Boredom swept across the land, and soon, the lands ceased to exist. For only the presence of life, consiousness forms existance. And this world was barren. Bored.
She drew forward, an elegant creature forming of silven shadows and fiery spirit. Optics, alive and passion, wild with the will of survival, passed over the figures that somehow had placed themselves here at the certain time of her presence. Oh, and she knew better than to call it coincidence. A smirk drew up the corner of her mouth and her crown dipped slightly to her Shadowlord. But no more notice she gave to him. Not all had fell victim to this foul standstill between light and dark passage.
For a moment, she glanced at the dragon of bronze. A darkness corrupted by pain, who had turned to light for salvation. A weakness. His existance barely touched her consiousness, but notice was taken with a smooth, calm glance from dark optics. Now, her features retorted in a sneer, for she had no pity to offer him. Only disgust. But he was not her concern. Nor was the Shadowlord. One had drawn her here, and she would not concern herself with others until she felt it was nessiccary.
Gracefully approaching the ebon drake, the smallest hint of a smile marked her face and she thrummed softly as she placed her slender sillouhette at his side. Time had not touched her, she was as he had last saw her. A child of the shadows, she was youthful and painted with an everlesting beauty. As her dial turn to face his own, her face told of a quick intelligent and a dark rage. She smiled, a certain darkness, a mischeiviousness weaved into the light emotion.
Hello Father.
Two breif words were uttered before her dial flicked to the others again. It seemed some life would continue to thrive, untouched, withstanding the utter lack of chaos around them. Amused, it seemed, by this 'gathering' she simply waited. Patient.
Brahâma
Everlasting Blood
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