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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 00:30:57 08/20/02 Tue
In reply to:
Trance's Fury
's message, "{Respect}" on 22:43:09 08/19/02 Mon
(*)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.(*)
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