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HeLl SiNgEr
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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
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