| Subject: (*)Fire Hath Died(*) |
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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 17:07:48 11/13/02 Wed
In reply to:
HaC & Chiller
's message, "~¤~Silent~¤~ ‡*Of Old No More*‡" on 12:10:30 11/13/02 Wed
(*)The blazing beast returned, talons peircing the pumice terrain, anchoring her size. Venting was she, as clouds of murky substance slicked her nostrils. Had she known this Southern Queen was the own daughter of her friend's do-inner, she wouldn't have spent her time taking Flecks all the way to the opposite southern domain. She had to catch up on creature's relations. No matter. She had returned, and suprised to find the banal figure of her dear friend repaired and glorious once more. But the soul was missing, stealing some of the magnificence awry. Just the pelt remained, of the great dragoness.(*)
(*)How masterly had the demoness become at melding the masks that so perfectly fit her visage. Perfect facades to guise her every emotion. But not now. No. Never. Dare she not shed a tear for this soul.(*)
(*)Diadem lowered, resting a respectful chin upon the spine of the fallen. Her stomach twisted, soul becoming belabored with unwonted feelings. Emotion. True emotion. A tear, so black-a-vide, slipped from an lone opalite, and traveled the scuplture of a ruler's cheek. It burned, sizzled, seared with the fire that burned as her wickedness. Their propiquity would never fail to be remembered. This moment would ever be lost. Her body became a mound of viscous mass, as true sorrow plagued her. It would not be dissembled, it would not be decried. Everyone had the right to shed a tear.(*)
(*)Labrums parted to speak suggestions, but thoughts so overbearing of times before, stopped them in their tracts(*)
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