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Subject: ::Snarl::

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F&B

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Date Posted: 21:27:26 08/11/02 Sun
In reply to: Trance's Fury 's message, "{Pain}" on 21:24:28 08/11/02 Sun

::Snarl::

::She snarls and only half listens to his words. Soaring above him, she begins to dive. Wings pressed against her side, arms outstreched. She would kill him. He would tell her where her children were, and then she would kill him...::

::Snarl::

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Trance's Fury
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Date Posted: 21:36:42 08/11/02 Sun

{The male snarls as she drops towards him. Why could she not remember? She had known the laws, better than anyone. How could she not remember this? He hears her thoughts, knows she wanted him dead. He wanted to be dead to. But he must tell her... But how... He cries out as her body slams into his own and his claws dig into her. He looks at her, and only pain lies in his eyes. He shakes his head and speaks, softly, so maybe, she will not hear with the wind about them.}

{They are dead M'love...}

{His blue and gold claws release her and he pounds his wings against the air, back winging from her falling form. A sharp pain in his left wing. He flies towards an outstreching cliff, no, falls towards it. He cannoy fly... His wing, broken. Using his good wing to angle towards it, he continues to fall. The ground rises up towards him. Closer, closer... He hits the ground sharply and holds in a cry of purest pain. He lies still, taking in the pain before staggering to his feet. With a gasp, he falls back down. Cursing, he looks down and laughs bitterly. Broken. Broken wing, broken leg. His silver hide is red with his blood and his vision blurs. But still, he focuses on the falling femme. Pull up! He cries out mentally to her. Pull up! He falls to the ground, but his gaze remains focused on her, waiting for the black to pull up, soar away from the ground triumphantly as she had once done every time she had been victorious in battle...}

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F&B
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Date Posted: 21:48:22 08/11/02 Sun

::Fall::

::The black snarls as his claws dig into her sides, drawing blood. Struggling to pull away, she roars, but through her cry of anger, she hears his voice. Dead... It could not be so! The silver pulls away from her, but she has no care. He falls, strikes the ground. The ground nears her. He still lived, but she was falling much to hard. If she hit the ground at this speed, she would not live. But her life, what did it matter? She had not the four. Her precious four. She closes her eyes and remembers. The breeding, it had been illegal. She had not been allowed to breed. She was a warrior and breeding was forbidden to warriors. Ironic really, how one with the name Forbidden and Black could have had such a forbidden and black future. Trance had been her assigned partner for all of their mission, all their battles. But they had fallen in love. Another thing forbidden to her. Her whole life had been destroyed. And now she knew who she was, what she had been. The ground draws nearer and a voice screams in her head, pleading her to pull up. But she could not. Her wings, all her joints were frozen in place. She laughs internally. Besides, that was her victory dance. This was no victory. The ground draws closer, but the dragons on the ground were still ant sized. She could be saved. But did she want to be?::

::Fall::

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