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Date Posted: 00:59:49 09/12/02 Thu
In reply to:
HeLl SiNgEr
's message, "(*) In the Darkness (*)" on 22:25:57 09/11/02 Wed
[] Ice []
[] Dragoness much changed soars into the flaming lands, the call of many in hurt heard from afar. []
[] Opal blue pinions ol into slender silver body and dragoness eyes the ingugued with concern. []
[] Emerald gaze flicks to bloodied corpse and she snort. []
[] So often was she in these lands, well, at least they were never bored. []
[] Emerald claws touch air just above wounds, checking them each carfully. []
[] Emerald gems lower, gazing into the flaming mistresses. []
[] Well Dark Mistress, should I heal you up good and proper, or shall you heal yourself once more? []
[] Those not in close contact with the femme do not know about her recent trajedy, and needn't. []
[] The chage she had undergone was only skin deep. []
[] Or was it? []
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:n:o: :n:e:e:d:
Dragon snorts slightly at the arrival of healer.
Often he saw her.
Never he cared.
Guestures lazily towards her and addresses the black.
No need dear ebon, she always seems to pop up without warning...
:s:m:i:r:k:
Smirks softly and awaits for responce from either of the two dragoness about him.
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Bairavee
:t:h:e: :d:e:f:i:a:n:t:
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::Approach::
::Black dragones sweeps magestically to her red friends side, ignoring the healer for the present.::
::Simper is given as she is relieved to see the feme alive, although not well.::
::Still, it was better than dead.::
::Awaits for healer to put her torn up red back together or a responce from the bloody one.::
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Dragoness smirks slightly in relief and lets mother approach dearest friend. Remains at her adopted daughters side, wondering what the little feme thinks of this all.
Lost Darkness
-The First-
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...Silver cries out and scales down the rocks quickly, approaching ruby mother slowly. She was alive. Of course. She was strong. She would survive. Concerned, but not extremely worried about mother, she sits down, a regal staue of silver among the panicy dragons...
...Male follows quickly in steps of sister, but moves closer to mother. Small head rests on her own, black on red. Wills her to be better, ordering her to continue as he new she would. But still, he was not as self assured as sibling. He would have to be told...
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