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Subject: {Soft Gaze} Author: Trance's Fury [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:58:11 08/17/02 Sat {The silverish dragon sits on a cliff as the sun slowly begins to sink behind the volcanoes once more. Cuts and bruises have shrunken into his silver and color tinted hide, leaving only his wing and leg to heal. Optics glow a slightly depressing purple purple as the sun dissapears. The red glow of magma about him show that the lands are never truely dark, always glowing with life, or was it death... His own mental gaze quickly checks on his family. Seemingly, Fathom as not around once more. F&B had woken up from her rest, only slight soars and cuts remaining. His oldest daughter was adopting the princess of the underworld, his youngest was soon going to help Chaos learn to fly. His two son's were socializing, fitting in quite well. All were at peace. And yet, he was restless, almost angry. He had hoped that when he had finlly found his old mate, his life would be renewed and he would start a new amily, one in which he would not loose his children. Mental gaze, the one his daughter inherited scans slowly. A dragoness searching for a mate, in the wrong way in his opinion. Another slightly depresed family, a soar queen. His gaze streches further. Twins of new life, a male sleepig ith his newly adopted mother, a lonley dragon. Further... A pregnant queen, light mating evil. Dissaproving snort. A broken family, father to lights, mother a great race queen, a son, hiding from his family. A daughter doing the same while another trains, unaware of his families troubles. Snow and ice, a seemingly boring place. And further, beyond that. A soft grin. A hatchling trying to speak through bubbles. In another place, many scattered lives, all together, and yet none joined. Another, a possesed creature, destroying friends and family. And two lands, one slightly busy, to complicated for his taste, a queen raised by darks, ruling a light land. What an opportunity, but she would not seize it. Another, flame writhed lands, with litle life and sense in it. He closes off his gaze and looks around. He was alone. He had been alone for the majrity of his life, and never felt ven somewhat lonley before. That is until now. The dark feeling in the pit of his being must be lonleyness. He had never felt it before, and it was not pleasent. He sighs and lies down on the rock, resting with hs eyes open, still searching, searching... But for what?} {Tranc's Fury} {The Lonley} [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: (*)silent approach(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:56:33 08/17/02 Sat (*)the hide of the crimson beauty dripping, steaming of hot liquids running off, makes a sudden appearance by the other. Opal eyes of a dark fire are cool, roasting in her own delicate thoughts. Beside him, her healing belly meets the warm stone, a quick sinch of discomfort shooting through her. Ignoring it, the lady proceeded to try and relax, mellowing as the fire streams of her home let their radiant lights bounce of her in silent, unknown. Never would her gullet open, just her presence was enough, and of course, the abyss of the mind....(*) Trance's Fury...you must be strong...sorrow will take you out of this world...if you allow it to...with haste it will...believe me... (*)pausing, her chin fell to a paw, lids lingering at a heavy half-mast, so so near to closing(*) You're lost....dark dragon...find yourself...find your inner self...because...you are nothing without it....stop searching and find...know you'll find what you seek...determination...determination is the only key...to your answers... (*)finally, ocules close, shutting out the world, but keeping her mind perfectly open(*) ...even in slumber...I feel your pain....it's as if your spirits flee from you...long burdened prisoners longing....for freedom...give them freedom....dark dragon..just....just...in yourself...bring them back...and give them freedom in yourself... (*)all fell quiet. No more murmurs of the red dragoness, the soothing voice of her ever-listening mind. Spoke it had, but it's advice had ended. Hopefully he would take it, even if it was the smallest bit. The southern monarch had seen this before, and all it had resulted in was death and grief...she needed no more of this in her life...no more.(*) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: {Respect} Author: Trance's Fury [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:43:09 08/19/02 Mon {His own painfully aware mind listens intently to the red dragoness, and the corners of red lips begin to curl, nearing neither smile nor smirk. Sparks of deep respect are kindled into a flaming fire and he nods, taking her advice to his heart of hearts. Ooids fall down to her red form, and he studies her slowly. Indeed, her horribly beautiful form seemed to be lost in slumber, although, he could sense her mind, still listening, ever watchful... A long held breath is released, the beginning of a breeze that will encourage a hurricane. Silver form pauses, his dark gaze lingering on the red, before he turns soundlessly in body and mind, slipping into the red shadows of Saber's Edge.} {At yet another peak, another mountain bathed in a haunting crimson glow, he ponders his being slowly. He had fulfilled his purpose in life, and accomplished in his true mission, informing F&B of her past and children. Dark eyes stare at his silver scales. Once, bathed in a silver glow, his scales had been the envy of all, scale glistening endlessly. Now, the color was nearly gray, and his scales were dull, as was his spirit. Indeed, the dark mistress had spoken of freedom. Freedom was something he could nver truely accomplish. His soul was caged in the past, and the key to unlocking in was lost, forgotten in the threads of time. His thread, was indeed nearing it's end. Body was worn and tired, injured in some ways beyond all repair. As was his sanity, lost somewhere, prolonging his life, adding onto the weak thread. A tired sigh, a long intake. But no longer could he continue to add onto the time he had been allowed. Silver hued mass sinks slowly to the ground, wings slowly spanning out to their fullest. Tail lags out behind him and optics close, a final shade of enchanting blue finising his gaze upon the land. In death, he would achieve freedom... Final breath is released, a soaring silver mist that thins and dissapates over the lands. A familiar rythmn slows and an unnatual chill flowly through his unmoving veins. A peaceful simper is left as a legacy of his freedom, a symbol of his now accomplished freedom...} {Free...} [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: (*)May there be peace(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 00:30:57 08/20/02 Tue (*)her mind stirred, trembled as it felt the diconnection with the other. But somehow, just somehow, peace was felt as an warm breeze, a soothing wave of dancing hexachords and energies about her. Was this death...could it be, this sense of ultimate freedom? Ocules, pale in their opal burnings, are released by the dainty lids, diadem shifting ever so slightly to catch glimsp of the dragon beside. There was no movement, no breath, the sacred thing of living...nothing. Nothing but this. The simper. So delicate but triumphant and true. Peaceful in its own being. The rouge could do nothing but apply the same to her own labrums, contours and structures of ever-blushed cheeks rising. As this was done, her form, liquid in motion, silent in state, rose, pinions neatly seated upon the plain of her back , neck beautifully arched, and dial descended. Vocals finally came, but not of mind, but of mouth. Speach was truth, and truth was bounded to every word to come(*) Sleep well, my friend. A true dragon of Darkness you have become in your life, and shall ever be in the next. And better yet, you shall be free...blissfully free...and i wish you well in every moment of it. Take reign of that freedom, and wield it to perform your every content. May there be peace upon your soul, Trance's Fury....farewell... (*)with a last look, the lady departed, her steps thoughtfully slow, reflecting on all that she had learned from this, and all that she would remember. I great thing had just taken place, right in front of her eyes...the eyes of her mind--Freedom.(*) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]