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Silv-Chaos & Obscure Demise
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Date Posted: 00:53:47 10/19/02 Sat
.Silver sillhoutte shudders slightly as she speaks.
.She had shamed her mother.
.That she knew.
.And she could not erase her actions, nor appoligize, for her pride was to strong, her arrogance to large.
.Her hate to vast.
.She could not find the strength in her to speak.
.Nor to appologize to the crimson demoness, for it would hold little value.
.Her actions, she now regreted, not for the pain inflicted 'pon the dusky one, but for the pain she had dubbed upon her mother.
.Sighs, then speaks.
.It shouldn't have happened.
.But it did.
.And now I don't know how to remove the shame, nor pain from you.
.The pain I inflicted upon you.
.And u'on RAGE.
.But not his daughter.
.Optics grow fiery as these words fly from silven lips.
.Pride.
.It was spiteful, and it controled her more than any other sense, feeling, thought action or other.
.It lead to anger.
.For what it is worth, I am sorry.
.But let it be known.
.The sorrow I feel, is only t'words thee and RAGE, perhaps Brahâma.
.But not the other...
.Not her.
.Pride, and spite.
.She hated them and embraced them.
.Thus, she was ruining herself.
.Destorying a delicate balance that had been placed before her.
.And suddenly, she burned.
.Furiously trying to extunguish the feeling she truly felt.
.She flickered, then burst into a fury of red hot anger.
.Anger t'words her mother, her brother, the silver femme, the blue male, the dark king.
.Angry at the world, for not agreeing and applauding her actions.
.Anger flooded her, drowing out all other emotions, such as the ones she truly felt, but refused to expose.
.Sorrow, pity, regret.
.They were weak emotions.
.And she was angered that she was experiencing such pitiful emotions.
.Turns sharly, silven tail missing bloodied hide barely as she strides angrily away from the femme, then taking to the sky, leaving as a flash of yellow sparks and light.
.Anger...
.Silven Demon.
.Silv-Chaos.
{Male sighs at siblings abrut explosion}
{Darkened wings angle upward, carring him swiftly t'words the fiery figure}
{Lands with a strange grace, a presence arriving}
{Words could not break the silence he felt}
{Mentally, physically, emotionally}
{Optic focus on mothers red form, waiting for her to speak, react}
{But unti lthen, he was silent...}
{Darkened Prince}
{Obscure Demise}
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