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Subject: .[.ever.pained.]. Author: 'Taren [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:26:16 05/20/03 Tue In reply to: HaC 's message, "~¤~Flame Abounds~¤~" on 02:57:25 05/19/03 Mon .[smirking, the Shadower looked at his body].[it had changed in color, greatly, since the last time they had met].[from a sky drawn hue to the ashen black the plates had become].[granted, if she had looked very closely, she could see the assorted amounts of cuts, lacerations, and bruises that were scattered within the sable mess].[smirking, his orbs of pale sapphire rose to her eye level]. I suppose I could be better, yet it shall do for now. I'm quite fine, a little beat up, but well enough. Thank you, m'lady, for asking .[he heard the winds move, as his gaze traveled towards the visiter].[he noticed the tone of which he spoke in, and simply remained quiet].[he refused to make eye contact with the other, and rarely blinked his orbs].[he never moved, he didnt think a thing until the brute left his presence].[unfortunately, things had not changed in his mind].[glancing at the retreating dragon, then back to the lady drake, a sly grin appeared across his handsome features]. Don't tell me he's still around... I thought you said things hadn't changed for the worse? .[the smirk remained upon the Shadower's deeply pointed and edged features].[chuckling under his breath, the Shadower obviously never forgot the past].[hmm, it should be an interesting life back at Sabers Edge]. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: (*)Temptress of Flame(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:50:49 05/20/03 Tue (*)And so did she laugh, vocals openly booming in the thick atmosphere. Their antics amused her, especially 'Taren's. The Firess trully wondered when he, actually both would get over this.(*) Oh shut up, dragon! You're sarcasm isn't helping! (*)Chuckle still vibrating in its haunting melodic vibrations, a pebble was acquired and soon tossed at the snout of the Shadower. She actually wondered if the mascul would even feel the minor projectile(*) Some things never change, 'Taren...not in the least.... ((hey y'all. Sorry about the sucky post. I just got in not too long ago, since 6 this morning, and I'm beat. I just did an hour of posts to other characters. Anyway, I'll do better 2morrow....I'm just sleepy. Nighty night)) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[.ever.pained.]. Author: 'Taren [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:18:09 05/21/03 Wed .[smirking, he shook his head at the fiery dragoness]. Indeed, m'lady. Most things dont change, hmm? .[his pale orbs caught hold of the thrown object].[a flash from the charm upon his neck appeared, then vanished].[holding up his talon, the pebble stopped in mid-flight].[smirking, he propelled the stone in the air, moving his talon with it].[for a moment, then clenching his talon into a fist, the pebble fell at the feet of the devious vixen whom threw it at him].[the smirk never left his handsome face, and he shook his head].[of course, some things just dont change]. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: (*)Tepmptress of Flame(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:14:14 05/21/03 Wed (*)Simper still alive and well, she followed the commanded path of the pebble, exactly to the point where it precipitated before her. Her own dial shook, opalites half shaded by ruby lids(*) There's putting you powers to work... (*)Again, view centered on the pebble. Without warning, a wad of saliva came speeding from her gullet, and landed directly upon the facade of the miniscule thing. The pebble erupted in a flame, respectable for its size, before simmering as an ember, and then to dust, then floating aimlessly away pon the thick breeze.(*) Ashes to ashes.....dust to dust... (*)The words were muttered without knowing, realization not knowing that they had slipped the domain of her mind. No matter(*) So, m'lord. That something you acquired during training? (*)Looks up(*) Along with that charm...or have I just never noticed it, and never known the true extent of your capabilities? (*)Many questions all together. The Lady hardly meant it, but her tongue was jittery, damning its mistress to be talkative. So be it...(*) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[.ever.pained.]. Author: 'Taren [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:14:24 05/23/03 Fri .[the Shadower watched and nodded his head].[he thought the lady of the hellish lands had to possess some sort of fire abilities].[and he had guessed right, his question finally answered].[grasping the charm around the diamond and golden chain, the Shadower simply smirked]. Yes, yes... I had to earn my powers with Raistlin as my trainer, though... It wasnt an easy task with him trying to kill me the entire time. But, I can only use the one in the lands outside of Everdark... It's kinda a down size, being me - Since I've been banished from that place... When did you get that stellar little spitfire technique? .[nodding his head once, he dropped the charm from his tight grasp].[stretching his back, the ebon brute kept his cool gaze upon the crimson dragoness].[how it felt good, to finally be home]. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: (*)Sing The Fires Glory(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:18:54 05/23/03 Fri (*)A lone eye squinted into a thin line of glowing visual, as she thought back to correctly answer the Shadower's wondering(*) Hmmm...I believe I recieved that ability, or was supposed to, when I reached the age of 200. A breed thing. But the thing was, that it never happened. So in his kindness, my first mate, Fallen Star, gave to me his heart, and then I recieved the ability. (*)A slim grin came upon her, optics seeming to be hazed and dim for a few breaths. But her saucy radiance soon awoke again, and she looked to the ashen beast(*) His heart is in a chained sphere of unbreakable glass made at the base of Mount Torven, a towering beast that overlooked our place of origin. And inside is his heart, an everlasting flame. He gave all that he had become to me, and lived on in the lesser form. Tis the greatest gift I shall ever recieve.... (*)Whip shuffled along the ground, and crania angled toward it, ridges of lookers arching gracefully. Her neck followes suit, and with all nostalgic enchantment, looked to him before her once more(*) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[.ever.pained.]. Author: 'Taren [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:53:42 05/24/03 Sat .[nodding his dial, the ashen hued Shadower grasped the necklace].[he had almost given up his life to receive it].[and now, he felt somewhat useless].[he just nodded again, and kept silent for a moment].[to let the queen calm herself].[he hadnt meant to upset her, he had no idea where the necklace originated].[yet, he wouldnt make matters too much worse, at least he hoped]. Hmm.... Where did that good old, worthless dragon I'm forced to accept as the king, go? Granted, let me assure I don't miss him too much, its just that curious instinct .[a devious smirk crossed his handsome features, as the ashen Shadower shook his head now].[ahh, the use of his good old partner in crime as a subject always made him laugh].[hopefully it would do the same with her, as well]. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: (*)Sing The Fires Glory(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:16:35 05/27/03 Tue ((sorry chicka! This last weekend, and the beginning of this week is turning into hell on earth, seriously! ;p )) (*)Crimson lids slowy, dramatically sealed away the illuminous opal of her fiery gaze, and her feline-like form stood without motion. Soon, her ruby diadem made short trips from side to side, bones of admireable cheeks rising. And then her bossom began to bounce, the slight hiss of hidden laughter seeping through her smokey, pink nostils.(*) 'Taren... (*)She trully wished she could yell at this dragon, but the more attempts she made to talk, more chuckling and hisses seemed to be produced. Suddenly her paw had to be added to the equation the smother her snout, and tame this fit of laughter. A few heavy, controlling breaths later, lids flickered up and the Firess stared dead at the ashen fellow(*) ...'Taren, 'Taren. Your charm and mouth are an amazing pair. Trully, one of a kind. What am I going to do with you...? (*)Her last words flew in a breath whisper, the remains of amusement still butting in. And then a finger wiggled in the air, ridge of one gazer cocked in expression(*) You know what, 'Taren. HaC's going to get you one of these days....when you least expect it. And when he does, I'm going to laugh and laugh 'cause it would be exactly what you deserve, talking about my mate like that....who isn't worthless, by the way! (*)Her facial expression melted into a look of shame for the dragon, though her fiesty pleasure and sarcasm would not be overwhelmed or ignored. Her speared whip finally flew at him, missing his pelt by a mile, but then stopping before him to shake like her finger had done some time before(*) You should be ashamed of yourself, Shadow dragon. Bad, bad, bad.... (*)She smiled. This dragon was a real trip, but severely enjoyable...(*) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]