| Subject: (*)Alarm...Guard(*) |
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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 00:28:29 09/07/02 Sat
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/=/ 告pithis /=/
's message, "/=/ Laugh /=/" on 23:57:55 09/06/02 Fri
(*)the rouge was quite intent on seeing around HaC, when peripheral sighting, found the dragon aloft, black cloud to her flaming crown. Oculs catch the ivory weapons, but what speed they spit forth.(*)
HaC move!
(*)in sudden action, she pushed the valoress dragon away from the air assult, as her own abiding pinions, spread to the skies. Shuddering jolt was forced by power driven launch, as muscled thighs ushered her form from the earth. But too quickly was the first stone thrown. One spike was ivaded, but the other stung the flesh of a shoulder, as her figure held higher elevation. Air-steady, she turned. Visage was contoured into such a snare, none would have thought it possible of the red, any more. All was in alarm, a stance of protection and bound-ready. Dial tilted in warning, and fight stance, opal, burning like the depths of hell, spit at the dragon who dared to defy her(*)
Your will had carried you too far, you insulent fool. I swear I'll tear your heart from you, still beating, and make you devor it, like you'll devor every word you have just uttered. You've not only advanced to me, but thereso this territory. Alarm is high, and you are no longer safe, 告pithis. Those intelligent words of yours have brought your demise a minute closer. The wrong crown, you have chosen to reckon with...wrong one.
(*)Several breaths were forced, chest heaved and rock as her anger throbbed in temples attempting to stay calm and in the realm of understanding. But a beast slept within her, and the wrong choice of speach had awoken so violently, and attack had taken dormancy to the edge. Stance was fierce, power of brute, as he called it, shown heavily. Tail spanked the air like a naughty child, spears aboard ready to serve their purpose. But lastly, the last reasonable words came from her in an audible, but horrid whisper. The last whisper of a spared death(*)
This is your last chance, 告pithis. Leave now, and I shall not end your time in this life, and maybe forget about this spike, stuck to the bone, might I add, in my shoulder. Even the fact that you had the audacity to attack me at all. Last chance...what do you say?
(*)oids had gone pale. White, as the purest silk-moon, in maximum fury. Chaos could break loose, free from its chains of a burdened sou. Veins screamed; pulsed to prove it(*)
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