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Author: Finora |
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Date Posted: 04:32:03 08/30/02 Fri The twin powers within her stir, both concocting various dreams, each trying to pull her to their side. A wounded wolf stands beside a fire consuming her. It does not harm her, it washes over her-healing her wounds... A heavy rain falls, sending a chill through all around her as she stands. None can attack her for the rain hurts her not. It is her rain... The two are at a standoff. Both completely black in color, though one with an inner fire and the other and inner chill. Twin flames of opposing force. They stand with the valley between them, waging a war of magic while a war of hatred goes on below. Both have become good and evil and neither. Joined with all and with none, they care not of the raining down of their magic as it washes over the two warring clans below, they are both bent on the desrtuction of the other, no matter the cost to the terrain. The wolf stirs in her sleep. Dreams haunt her, rip at her, confuse her. Convulsions of false pain shake her body. I feel you.... Something wakes her, a feeling of warmth-not of the fire but of comradship. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |