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Date Posted: 23:34:13 01/25/03 Sat
*Understanding that no time could be hindered in idleness, she quickly shooed Fyeren in the ways of the treacherous shadows*
Hide...disappear...for me....
*He would have to understand, and she knew he would. To full quadriped stance, did the crimson beauty function, as she heard the silv's bidding loud and clear. A last flip of gaze to the dancers, and she fled to her side.*
*To the healers side did she arrive to, limbs almost instantaneously trying to round a hold on the femmora. If she could manage a full grown dragon, she should be able to handle this...weakened state or not. Rouge's whisper fled her bled lips, as needed strength wasmade known as the Light was pryed from the terra.*
Flecks...you maust heal Rage. Use my strength if you must, but this has to be done.
*The red was struggling, but she would not fail. Stength would return with the future minutes. Shaky steps became increasing fluid, even using oversized wings to usher as striding canes when necessary.*
*Through the darkness did she stalk, passenger sound, orbs dimmed by a retractable ocular skin. The gold's attentions, none would want, especially not she who had one's live i the balance. Let her dance on... And then, there they were beside the black, though the mistress thought better and placed Flecks a bit behind, still concealed by the plagueing shadows. Adreneline aiding, she then took grasp of the inky brute, and brought him back and unto her and the healer.*
*Beside Flecks did she make her post, haunches set, and crania dipping by an artistic neck. Oculars remained dim, as she focused all her energy, offering it up in eager sacrifice. This had to be done*
Alright. Heal'im Flecks....use me. And hurry!
*Her whispers were fierce, though exterior was painted so placid*
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