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Subject: >^Wings of War^< Author: Windris [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:48:20 11/11/02 Mon In reply to: Ice Mist 's message, "^the vixen suddenly breaks through the clouds, a spark in her eye and fire in the speed of her wings^" on 16:26:20 11/11/02 Mon The beautiful Death Angel heard Chres' scream as if it were her own. The scar on her neck ached and throbbed and she placed her hand over it. It was bleeding. Dark optics fly to the sky and she quickly makes her decision. She leaps into the air, ivory wings carrying her to a place only her blood connection with Chres knew. When she glanced down, she could see him and the others. Two, no, three. Who was the third? She landed beside Chres with barely a sound and hissed at the stranger. Her hand fell to the hilt of her anchient sword, but before she could draw it, the stench of death hit her. Her eyes clouded over for a second before she realized that it was Chres. She was the bringer of Death. If she decided that it was not Chres' time to die, then she could save him. She may be the only one that could. Her hand lifts to touch the scar again as she feels the warm trikle of blood run down her neck. The Angel turns to Chres and grabs his shoulders. No matter how much you may hate me and my mind games at times Chres, you must drink. Do you understand me? My blood will save you. It will rid you of the poison. I am Death's right hand. My blood will ensure that you do not die. She gently grasps his head between her slender hands and brings his lips to the bleeding scar at her neck as her vein pulsed in knowledge..... OOC: Sorry I was gone so long. My computer broke, but it looks like I got back just in time. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date D.amn A.sheron & A.sh 05:53:40 11/12/02 Tue ±.life..± -- Chres + Jah, 14:41:01 11/12/02 Tue ^the vixen remains in her equine frame, setting firm clydesdale hooves forward and scowling at the Dark Rider^ What is it you seek? What is your purpose to all this? (NT) -- Ice Mist, 04:22:22 11/15/02 Fri ±.a portal.± -- Chres, 15:00:26 11/15/02 Fri ^with a sudden lunge of expertise equine jumping skills, she dives for the portal, but lands in nothing as it disappears. A deep growl is emitted as she returns to her most fitting shape and turns hurriedly to Chres^ (NT) -- Ice Mist, 18:20:46 11/15/02 Fri ±.rage.± -- Chres, 11:51:46 11/16/02 Sat ["soon... but who know's when..." that's an interesting way of putting it. lol doesn't that contradict itself?] << -- Ice Mist, 16:51:13 11/16/02 Sat