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Subject: {: Golden :} [ ] Ice [ ]


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{: Golden Saber :} [ ] Flecks [ ]
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Date Posted: 15:43:55 09/01/02 Sun
In reply to: Split & Crystal Firelight 's message, "*Entrance*" on 11:29:08 09/01/02 Sun

{: Newest addition to regal sorta arrives, a streak of golden flesh and purple claws. Pinions lower the youngest ruler to the ground and crown dips to the queen, a troubled simper upon her enchanting features. She speaks. :}

{: M'lady, is it true? Have the darks fanned the flames of war once more? :}


{: Femme raises her golden crown and purple optics are seen as the only tunnel to her true feeling on the matter. She was afraid. Externally, the femme remains in good posure and expession calm and cool, but optics swirl darkly and gaze constantly flickers around, suspisious of each movement of shadows and light... :}





[] Ice []
[] Silv femme floats above the group, optics cold and harsh. Again the darks would fight them? Then once more, the lights will drive them back. Cold angry thoughts run through te silver femme mind and slowly she decsend, a feather of silver. Wings send winds on small journeys, awakening flurries of soft white power. Glistening emerald orbs contact the ivory's and a warm simper is released, the first in awhile. Then, they fall on each that has arrived so far. Not many... And the midnight blue she new so well was not found in her gaze. []
[] Soft Sigh []
[] Ocean's Moon had yet not arrived, and neither had Redemtion. Oh, how ironic the that one with the least sanity left in her troubled mind should be the first to arrive. []
[] Optics drop in a quick bow to the queen and she remains silent, for words could not yet be formed on her tounge. War, once more had it been awakened, but this time who would be vicorious? Indeed, for once the darks had played their cards well. With a new tt under the reign of a young'n, a very good choice although she wsa young, the south with a new leader and the whole light community with a new queen. This was indeed the weakest they had ever been... Or, so she thought. It could just be her warped mind rattling off once more... []

[] ƒl€©k§ []
[] Sane? []


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