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Trance's Fury
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Date Posted: 22:43:09 08/19/02 Mon
In reply to:
HeLl SiNgEr
's message, "(*)silent approach(*)" on 23:56:33 08/17/02 Sat
{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...}
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