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Subject: hears a rustle Author: Espionage [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:22:11 12/22/02 Sun In reply to: HeLl SiNgEr 's message, "(*)Fire Sees(*)" on 22:40:04 12/20/02 Fri He looks around his everyday atmosphere, still alone in the brush, without a dragon in sight. He looks around his ambience, and sees that the vegetation is the same from the last time he noticed. The trees were all chocolate colored, and the earth compressed from the famine that has been developing in the expanse. The bushes around him, are shriveling in the scorching sunlight hours. The sky has been sapphire blue for abounding bad times in his community of Saber's Edge. His scale color is now the color of the royal blue sky, with no blemishes on it, and no clouds as well, just like the sky above him. His ooids glimmering an amber color, in the in the sunlight of the dusk, and his gems gleaming on the back of his neck, lengthly turning into scales that also blend into his surroundings. His uncanny power to become visible if he devoirs to fly into the heavens. He abruptly apprehends something in the bushes some distance away. He concentrates on hearing what had made the commotion for a second time, and aspires to find out where the noises came from. He listens, but he is greeted only by silence. On he waits, into the darkness of the daybreak. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]