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Crimson Night
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Date Posted: 18:39:32 05/20/02 Mon
In reply to:
Ebony Morning
's message, "S . m . i . r . k [Crimson Night]" on 15:18:42 05/20/02 Mon
Aye, so she does. Good, since the go-between has yet to show for their behalf. Crimson lowers back to the temple floor, apearing in a small burst of flames, both to impress and to blow off some steam. "Burning Touch," she says, looking 'pon the wolf and bird. "A short range attack, but with lasting effects. Yes, Spirit may have it. That is, after she proves herself to my Kyor."
She pulls from her sleeve a square of blood red silk. Closing her eyes, she puts both arms at rest, then pulls up with the right, carrying the silk. When her arm is parallel with the marble floor, she drops the cloth. It molds into place, as tho' langin 'pon an invisible beast. It spreads to wrap around and takes the form of a lioness. The silk dulls, becoming deep red fur. She opens her eyes, black orbs of empty night. Crimson's hand comes to rest at the head, stroking the fur. "Kyor is very loyal, perhaps he will see my powers as too precious for others to have, but we shall see."
Obviousely something has recently set Crimson off and put her in a foul mood. She apreciates battles, their activity a release for her own pent up energy.
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