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Date Posted: 13:17:03 08/03/03 Sun
Author: Byrn
Subject: :.Byrn.:
In reply to:
Kijalos
's message, "]=skies=[" on 10:23:19 07/28/03 Mon
:.Optics of pupiless ebon glance slightly t'words the new arrival and a smirk taints his dark lips once again. This could be such fun. But no... He wouldn't let them all see his yet. Those who had, save Lyf, were dead. And he wasn't feeling as leathal today. Instead, the drake returned his gaze to the pearly femora and he snickered slightly.:
:.How... unfortunate. I was indeed hoping you'd all feel rather miserable by now. Ah, so that said, I have been better Kijalos. But so have you.:
:.Optics were filled with a onmious glow, something so close to glee it was disturbing. The drake yawns slightly, a smirk carefully positioned on his face. With optics glowing furiously, a darkness that overtook the light, and a smirk steadily growing stronger, he awaited a responce from any. Oh, how much fun conversations were...:
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]=skies=[ -- Kijalos, 14:56:33 08/03/03 Sun [1]
]=the femme stares at him, her cool, clear gaze so unlike his chaotic obsidian glare. with the hint of a smile, she answers in her quiet, melodic voice=[ On the contrary, Byrn. Now that you have admitted that you've "been better", misery is, well, history. ]=her eyes never stray nor does her stare ever waver. she did not expect him to react to her comment, and she settles benevolently onto her haunches. wrapping her fan-ended tail about her silver clad legs, she sits in silence=[
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~#_Dark vs Light_#~ -- Magie, 22:28:56 08/03/03 Sun [1]
-he slowly silences as the other male didn't make any agressive moves... conversation was fine by him, as long as the male didn't cross the line with the females-
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]=skies=[ -- Kijalos, 11:57:21 08/04/03 Mon [1]
]=the pearl, her slender form marred by a long scar that runs along her side, turns to the protective male=[ Magie, isn't it? In case you don't know, I'm Kijalos, and this is Byrn, Lyf's brother. Byrn, by now, I'm sure you know all of us that reside here, so there's no need for introductions. ]=she nods her head serenely to the dark red demon that sat opposite them, her clear eyes reflecting the dark cloud that hung about the dragon whose scales were the hue of blood=[
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:.Never Fading.: -- Lyf, 15:54:48 08/06/03 Wed [1]
:.Femora of a pearly green glances to the mascu and she sighs slightly. Throwing a glaceful, welcoming simper to the newest addition to their merry chat, she turns slightly to her brother.:
:.Byrn, I do believe you had a point in surfacing to grace us with your presence?.:
:.Such was said with cool, calm intellect. But strangely menacing for one of such size and nature. Optics of the lightest hue, pupiled by light green narrow slightly at her twin. Silent now, she waits. Annoyed.:
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.:Flame:. -- Byrn, 16:02:21 08/06/03 Wed [1]
.:The mascu snorts slightly at the speach of the pearly femme. And turns his head with the slightest interest to his sibling. By blood of course, he held no emotional connection to those he was born to damn. A snicker fell from his maw, a sound to deadly and cruel, even sunlight faltered at his humor:.
.:Yes dear, for rarely ever do I not have a point. I was merely socializing. You don't have a problem with that... do you? Afraid I might influence a little darkness into your petty light?:.
.:A sneer crossed him and he laughed again. Labrums opened to the sky, he lowered his head, optics now glowing with the most pure and darkest of all black. Slowly, this ebon light bled onto his own bloody hide and he snickered. He of bloody maroon now dubbed the color black. Optics of deep red gazed out at the trio and he smirked:.
.:Besides... I think you know why I came...:.
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]=skies=[ -- Kijalos, 10:05:29 08/07/03 Thu [1]
]=an involuntary shudder is quickly suppressed as the silven 'ness watches the drake. she turns her clear gaze upon him and smiles, unnervingly kind=[ Byrn, you influence nothing in me but pity. ]=she smiles again, this time touched by a bit of sadness. that such evil existed was something that weighed heavily on her heart, something that would not show outside but still pained from within=[
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:.Flame.: -- Byrn, 19:31:58 08/10/03 Sun [1]
:.The mascu flickered fiery optics to the pearly ness, one who did not adore nor despise. With a smirk he gave her a mock bow.:
:.Any influence I hold over you dear, is a victory. And pity is such an emotion weak and easily turned. Good day to you, Lady of light. I shan't be bothered with this 'quest' o'mine any longer. I gain much more personal satisfaction hearing that influence has indeed reached those of celestial(sp?) hearts. Besides, my questions have long since been answered and my purpose forfilled. Homeward bound, it would seem I am. Until we meet again all.:
:.He snickered slightly, with no more bows of respect nor mockery. Ebon wings departed from ashen sides and he of utter darkness lifted himself once more into skies no longer safe. With a call to darkness, he departed into the darkening reaches of the TT. Leaving behind the mark of his presence, a darkness untamed and unquenched. Not ment to stay, he was gone. But never truly. Always he would remain. Watching. Waiting.:
:.Until we meet again...:
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]=skies=[ -- Kijalos, 11:30:59 08/11/03 Mon [1]
]=the femme dips her own head, though her bow is perhaps more sincere. perhaps=[ And to you, Lord of Darkness. ]=ooids of crystal watch the drake as he takes to the air, wide wings and black hide a blot on the perfection of the sky. she winces and a taloned appendage reaches to her side, gingerly touching the long scar that so dents her silvered scales. what was once pearly, pinkish scar tissue is now a darker, angrier red, and she turns in disgust. now was not the time for such wounds to give her trouble. now was not the time=[
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