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§pâwn ºƒ Çhao§/Fobidden & Black/Lost Darkness/Silv-Chaos/Obscure Demise
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Date Posted: 17:38:11 10/12/02 Sat
.Smirks draw up near the edges of silver lined lips.
.Waves slightly to the male, almost a motion of dismissal, as she turns and walks towards the northern boundies of the flaming lands.
.It pleases me greatly to here you speak of such, 'Taren.
.But now, I must go.
.Your caretaker is instructing my brother and I, along with many others, the ways of war and battle.
.It's been a pleasure, we shall meet again.
.With these final words, color dappled pinions unfurl from her slender sides and she launches herself into the air, gracefully exiting the TT and leaving teh others to their own devices.
.Silven Demon.
.Silv-Chaos.
{Male's smirk spread somewhat, in a wicked grin}
{Shakes his head, greatly amused with this male, even more so than his sister was}
{He had a certian feeling about him}
{One he respected, but could not figure out}
{Oh well, for another day}
{Later Days 'Taren...}
{Great wings spread and lift him easy from the ground, and quickly set him on a course after his sibling}
{Darkened Prince}
{Obscure Demise}
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Male grins absentmindedly and continues to finger the mezermising gem before wandering away, no doubt headed for his birth place to stash the precious object...
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The First
He was Spawn
He was Chaos
He conquered
He ruled
He was king
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§pâwn ºƒ Çhao§
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::Ъ®k€ñêÐ £ªÐ¥::
::Femme smiles softly, watching the eldest of her second clutch wander off::
::Dial swivel to 'Taren and she speaks, eyeing her eldest slyly::
::She is 21, rather young in comparison to your shadow years::
::Begins to say more, but then attention is drawn to Spawn and she growl, quickly taking after him::
::Excuse me, he's going to walk into a magma pool again...::
::'Twas a pleasure 'Taren::
::Black silloutte vanishes as quickly as it has come as she takes after her son, a quick wave of the hand her final goodbye::
::Ъ®k€ñêÐ £ªÐ¥::
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Dark optics remained focused on his own, mind nearly lost in their depths.
His energies mix with her, strangly harmonized.
She speaks, a mezmerising smirk enchanting her features.
Neither good, nor bad,
Still focused on him, talon draws back and lands gently on his own, crystaline dagger that remained on ebon cheek.
Smallest clink sounds, like glass on glass.
Optics flash.
Deadly...
Talon falls away, drifting down through the air.
Muscles suddenly react and falling ceases.
Arm, hand and talon remain motionless as the femme waits.
Waits...
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