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Date Posted: 19:48:07 01/27/03 Mon
In reply to:
HeLl SiNgEr
's message, "(*)Fire Swift Fire(*)" on 17:19:06 01/27/03 Mon
|^|Miserable & Helpless...|^|
|^|Tired... She was so tired. Optics flicker closed, blocking out the world, them snap open again with a glazed over tone. More? What of this... Integrity, daughter of RAGE and Common Sense. Soul Reaver, Cat, Azriel, Tyrael, RAGE, Common Sense, Hell Singer. Hell Singer? A forced grin of recognition slips onto bloodied lips and she shakes her head softly, replying to the many who seemed so concerned with her. She speaks, voice rasping with a gurgling undertone. The blood, of course|^|
|^|There is little you can do for me. Don't watse your energies, I will heal naturally|^|
|^|She pauses, frowning and voice becomes bitter for a brief moment|^|
|^|Or as naturally as I am possibly able too. The most you can do is find something to clot this with|^|
|^|An emerald talon rises, shaking, to the deep gash in her throat. So deep the layers of muscles surrounding her throat were exposed. It was the only physical problem she was encountering, other than exhaustion. And it had to be dealt with, even through she could not. Not now|^|
|^|And then you can offer what support you can to RAGE. Should another fall at her hands, I doubt we will be able to stop her. Her strength will be too great|^|
|^|Her voice was grim now. To many times had she encountered this creature. And it seemed it would not be killed. Only dealt with for awhile. But it fed off of pain, death and suffering. It already had the boost of Brahama's death. Another could make it unstopable. But enough with the gloomy facts, she still awaited a responce from the surrounding dragoness's or a move from the golden dragoness. Death's own messenger|^|
|^|Dragoness of Light|^|
|^|Flecks|^|
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