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{Cael}
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Date Posted: 15:45:53 06/16/02 Sun
{ The tinted beastan moves closer toward the others, his 2-d form apparent and rancid against the incompirable, concaving shadows. Contradicting the placements of the others, he hypothesis's his where abouts, now silently contemplating what his new 'siblings' would be like. He held no rancidness for his father, nor for Yizelle, but he sincerely hoped that his father would forget his mother, Soli, or Famina with his new found, 'purebred.' It slightly disgusted him that a dragon would find a purebred, though he already had a mate...but, you know, things happen without evening being planned, and sometimes you have to flow with it. It can turn out right in the end, and the contradictions will prove to be right, and thus, you will rely on them. }
{ The charcoaled, carnaged plates of the shadower conceieve a silken light from the onlooker, stitched light of the moon. Chromed oracles shimmer disbelievingly at the sight of the others, and his masculine head is craned aloft to peer over the many crowded shadows. Lips unravel around ivories, and a firm tenor shrouds the lang. Small pinnacles flicker, harkening for a return sound from his true sibling, Adalia, or from his father, or mother, Famina. Nares idly flare, salmon shrouded inside excavating a soft span of breath, cool slipping down his wind-pipe. The shrew-like one steps back into the shadows, cloaked once more under cover of darkness. }
{ It just wasn't fair anymore. He got put out of his father's mind, and now he was ravaging about getting even. He was a true darken, and harkened to do his lord's biddings, but, he seeked revenge upon Raistlin, and secretly avenged Yizelle. Though, the dignified drake would show no such feelings, he had a drifting thought that Adalia would feel quite the same. }
{ Loins now propel him further along the interrogated terra, clasping against the carnaged landscape beneath, and shredding the once municiple foliage. Snout is craned back once more, harkening a screching lyrical that is portrayed against the meek soundless night, and he measures once more the distance of the echo, decyphering how many shadowers actually cramped the distant lands. }
{ Yes, so now he was truly maturing and beginning to pull out of the flow of his 'babiness,' he wanted to be treated cleverly, for he truly was a contridicting shadower. He was wise, nontheless, and quite active in his routine 'workout' which kept him fit and muscled for such portraits of the 'ladies' lately. He felt himself growing taller and mightier, gradually becoming more self-esteemed with every foot he rose. And now, he searched once again for his sister and his new 'siblings' wanting to introduce himself properly. }
{cael}
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