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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 22:05:04 12/16/02 Mon
(*)Her crown finally turned to the Shadower, quite fond of him, and taking his words and instant-changing auras only as pure characteristics of his breed. She spoke(*)
'Taren, believe me, I know you're not as twisted as Raistlin, I simply see some recogizable tendencies between the two of you. I can't exactly think of another being that could truly, in all aspects, really rival the mind and soul of Raistlin. But perhaps there will, one day.
(*)Her visage became stoic for a brief moment, really thinking about her words. A shutter of lids soon rushed it off, and her rustic voice went on to discuss another issue. The fire mistress could sense the brute's concern for her, and though not vocalized, deeply appreciated it(*)
Do not worry for me, 'Taren. I'm not hurt....I only let memories get to me, and I have to realize that memories will not make my future....
(*)She sighed, a look of fierceness swiftly brushing her attractive features, polluting her lethal gaze.(*)
....they shall only hinder me.
(*)A surge of heat was thrusted from her ruby-blazed scales, as a fit of anger was shoved, unheard from her. Armor illuminated with radiance, a trademark of her breed. But realizing her frustrations were so obvious....she quickly cooled, scales going back to their normal brilliance. The terra had blackened beneath her paws, and a talon helped usher the ashes away. A side glance was shot to the dragon(*)
Things like that tend to happen.
(*)Snorting harshly, through a rushed smirk, she let the muscles that compiled her vigor, ripple beneath the bloodied pelt. Regaining her composure, and relaxed, regal state, she again took on the wickedly magestic, and mysteriously-ensnaring demeanor of hers. A look was given to the sky, wondering where her other had gone off to. But attention soon returned to what was at hand(*)
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