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Subject: (*)FIRE SPEAKS FIRE(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 00:51:18 12/26/02 Thu (*)Her figure, grand and bathed in flame, stood upon an elevated segment of rock, eyes beckoning those of the Hellish dwelling(*) All those who are growing more hungry then they fathom they can bear, please come here. (*)She awaited them, if anyone, quite interested to see the faces that would(*) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: * Author: up [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 00:58:24 12/26/02 Thu [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Looks.... Author: Espionage [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:12:22 12/26/02 Thu He looks around his dwelling, and sees that the vegetation, and their pray has grown scarce. The ground is compacted from the famine, and the leaves are turning a chocolate color, and falling from the water thirsty tree. He looks up at the atmosphere, and sees that the sun is beaming down on him, as blistering as ever. The dragons looks around his surroundings and sees that no other is in sight, but one, the most almighty of these lands, and dare not goes to her, before she speaks her mind. Vibrations comes from her lips, and he has to strain his ears to listen. He hears a faint... "All those who are growing more hungry then they fathom they can bear, please come here." He gazes around her, and he sees nothing. That is what has worried him all this time. He is astonishingly hungry by the famine that has dried the land that he has known to be a tropical, but yet a scorching place. He his tempted to just march up to her, and announce that he is desirious of a meal, but that would show a sign of weakness, and now then ever, he would rather starve, than to let the lead dragoness know that he is not worthy of living. He turns to her once again, decision final, he walks away, managing little noise in the process. The dragons turns his head again, and there is still no reply to her call, and he storms off into the dark forest of his lands. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: ~¤~Hell Born~¤~ Author: HaC [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:18:51 12/26/02 Thu ~¤~He was on the other side of Espionage when Hell Singer let out her call. A silent look went to her then vibrant opals again studied the dragon near. He could feel that he was weakened. A quiet snort ensued and a thought raced into the other's mind as he turned to move away. It is not a weakness to be open of your state, Espionage. Go and take at least a little or you will not survive much longer. He watched wondering if the other would listen. He turned and moved towards Hell Singer, his swift eyes looked at her own.~¤~ "I will be waiting for you at the porch, M'lady, once you are done here." ~¤~He nudged her softly and sort of stood stunned at his own actions then laughed. Who said an evil couldn't show feelings or affections? He smiled and nodded then moved away, a glance flying again to Espionage's fleeting figure~¤~ [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: (*)Fire Speaks Fire(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:44:59 12/26/02 Thu (*)A grin came first to her mate, but then to the male that she had indeed seen, even though he had prbably not wished to be. Diadem swayed. Such pride in these times would get one killed. Starvation was not a weakness.....it was a plague. A plague that need satiation. But she said nothing, made no attempt to call him out. Only, so silently, she slipped into the darkness of her lair. Out from, she pulled huge bloacks of ice, old gifts given to her by a dragoness by the name of Steel. She had long gone, but the firess had never utilized her givings. Good things. She lays the ice before her, directly in the merciless sun, so that that which lay within, could be reaped(*) Within this ice is food given to me by a old, departed friend. Some of you may remember her--Steel. Anyway, she left me precisely three blocks of ice. In each are collected prey that she fetched and gathered from the hunting grounds. The Lady harvested the power of ice, and therefore froze the nourishment so I could use it for a later time, and for the hatchlings I spoke about recieving. But to make a log storys short, I never ate any of the food, and therefore give to you all to share, and only take what you need. If I here of gluttony, under no circumstances will I spare you my wrath. That is all. (*)With that, the crimson beauty vanished(*) The contents of this block of ice will be posted as "A Gift From the Cold." Post and take what you need....only what you need. Any other questions, please get in contact with HeLl SiNgEr [ Post a Reply to This Message ]