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Subject: ||scamper|| Author: |Kiss of Agony| [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:44:51 06/17/02 Mon In reply to: RAGE 's message, "*Answers*" on 23:38:47 06/16/02 Sun ||dracling of the darkest night scampers up to the dragon that had disrupted her meeting with her mother||somewhat upset, the dracling slightly hisses, showing her disrespect and dominance over the dragon||though just a dracling, licking her flanks, orbs of the brightest topaz jewels shining brightly with an gold aura surrounding them||breathing deeply, a spout of steam exits her flared nostrils, quite determined in ridding the muisance from her sight|| *Mother, tell him to leave. There is no threat worth accepting by a Light. And I came to tell you, that B&C has murdered my late mother* ||dracling's words are quite accurate, yet do not sound like the melody of a gentle wind or crystal flute||words hang on the air as stinging scorpians and suffering wails from an ancient dragon||hissing again, the dracling looks up to Rage with orbs of lightning, deviously grinning at the ebon beast, wondering if he knew that she had not heard a single word that was spoken to by him, but instead by a different way, a strange and odd way from a dracling of barely 3 years||continues to stare at the beast, her orbs casting an odd light and shadow upon the dragon|| [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: *Smirk* Author: RAGE [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:48:55 06/17/02 Mon *Midnight eyes an scales much like the other glimer as he listens to the younger's outburst. Nods with a knowing eyes at what she says* You are right...and she shall do it again for this is only the beginning... *This echos through the young ones head for he knew she knew more then first thought. Snorts as he bows his crown back to the Crimson then spreading leather wings takes his flight* "I shall see you soon..." *Leaves his wings stiring up the lava below as he moves from sight* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]