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Date Posted: 16:02:21 08/06/03 Wed
Author: Byrn
Subject: .:Flame:.
In reply to: Lyf 's message, ":.Never Fading.:" on 15:54:48 08/06/03 Wed

.: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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