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F&B, Lost Darkness, Celebrate the First.
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Date Posted: 20:30:13 09/06/02 Fri
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Fathom
's message, "*look at the hatchlings*" on 17:35:14 09/05/02 Thu
::Love::
::Dragoness smiles lovingly and nuzzles her mate, the second of two, father to her second family.::
::Simper remains, other features strangely calm.::
::Optics cast a gaze at her first children and her treasured freinds.::
::Speach...::
::Thank you, thank you all.::
::Now all we need is names, then the commotion will have ended...::
::Dragoness carefully considers each in turn.::
::What to name them...::
::The blue...::
::He would be Spawn of Chaos.::
::Coal talons gently pick up the blue, looking him warmly in catliek orbs.::
::Names.::
::My little energy ball, I dub thee Spawn of Chaos, son of Fathom, bourne of Forbidden & Black.::
::Dragoness smirks softly and sets the male back to the ground.::
::Optics flash quickly to the second.::
::Dragoness writhed in white flame...::
::Oh, what an ordeal.::
::What should she call her little firess?::
::A lovely creature.::
::Only one could she match to the bronze.::
::Hell Vixen...::
::Gently curls pointed talons around the young'n, eyeing her carefully.::
::Names.::
::Tiny firess, I dub thee Hell Vixen, daughter of Fathom, bourne of Forbidden and Black.::
::Simper.::
::Places the second back onto the dark rock.::
::Only one remained.::
::The little yellow.::
::A ball of sunshine.::
::But much the opposite.::
::Smirk.::
::Passion of Love::
::An easy choice.::
::Once more black picks up her small creature, the lastest of the three.::
::Names::
::Lighter, I dub thee Passion of Love, daughter of Fathom, bourne of Forbidden and Black.::
::Black smiles, her work completed. ::
::Tail curls around dark outline and optics close.::
::Rest.::
:~:Simper:~:
Black femme smirks softly with the naming of the three. Her presence was no longer required. Slipping slowly into the shadows, she exits the cavern soundlessly, only noticable in the few minds that could detect her.
:~:Gone:~:
[:].:.[:]
Drakling of royal blue blinks, remaining silent as his title is given.
Snorts softly, recieving it quickly.
He was Spawn.
He was Chaos.
Dark talons retract as the ground recieves him once more.
Watches ebon sink into a calm slumber and glances at his now named siblings.
Growls playfully, energy still flowing in his veins.
Not yet would he sink into a state of ultimet peace.
No, he wanted to play.
Talons shoot forth and he crouches down.
Muscles send him cascading forward, tackle contacting in a perfect motion.
The bronze had once more become a landing pad.
The first jump not overpowered.
Sits proudly atop sibling.
This was his throne.
He ruled.
He conquered.
He was king.
[:].:.[:]
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