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Date Posted: 18:42:04 02/25/03 Tue
Author: Byrn
Subject: :.Burn Baby, Byrn.:
:.The darkened form of the little drake steps forward from the shadows, that which have taken such a liking to him. A small yawn escapes dark maw, daggers of pearly white hue falsh, shreading the light that dares to gaze upon him. A snicker, dark and sinister for one at even such a young age is drawn forth from his jaw and optics flash with a dark hate. A hate for these lands, for his blood. His brood. Optics narrow and swiftly set to the sky. Already, his body and mind was maturing. It was the way of his kind. About the size of a drakling of a year, maybe two old he would grow to suprass most of the largest dragons and their breeds. Not like he needed physical brutality. He ha da talent. A dark talent. Something that found it's way into his genes and grew there, mutated. Seperating him from his sister. From his mother. Even from his damned father. With a wickedness portayed most efficiantly by the darkness that enveloped him day and night, the drake walks out into the light, causing it to shudder, tremble and flee before him. Optics narrow with delight and he snickers again. Then lifts a deeply hued maw and calls out to the sky. Calling calling but for who?.:
:.Burn Baby. Byrn.:
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]=eden=[ -- Kijalos, 11:03:35 03/02/03 Sun [1]
]=dragoness of pearls swoops in the clouds, liquid silver running from the cumulus. a tear of the sky, molten irridesence ascending the rainbow. wings angled much like those of a falcon snap shut, and the 'ness falls from the blue expanse. after a moment of falling, the pearled pinions are opened and the silver is caught by a draft. the wind bears her on a scaffold of air, sending her back into the heights. suddenly, fanned head is snapped groudwards, hearing a call from below. shimmering bod shivers with unexpected cold, tail lashingin mid air. her movements cause a momentary slip in form, but dragoness is quickly regained. she flies back below the clouds, vapors rushing by her and dragged along, a vortex of water announcing her presence. she slows and flies lazy circles above the small red figure shrouded in shadow. her silver-pink nares expand and her colorless eyes widen slightly as she watches the drakling call to the above=[
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:.Byrn Baby, Byrn.: -- Byrn, 17:50:18 03/03/03 Mon [1]
:.The drake snickers softly at the descent of the silven one. This was not who he was looking for, but she would do. For the first time, the darkened brute speaks. His voice exactly opposite to that of his sisters. Cold, chilling. Deathly. Draining. Wicked. Cruel. Ruthless. Hate...:
:.Kijalos is it?.:
:.In these three words were the continuous hate of her, anf her kind. Forget controling his darkness, it was everywhere. In everything. Around everything. He controled the reality that all things, no matter how light, were poisoned by darkness. A sneer so cold and dark it froze the fire about him slippeded onto dark features and he awaits a responce. No matter how small.:
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]=eden=[ -- Kijalos, 19:15:35 03/10/03 Mon [1]
]=she nods, breath taken by the sinister darkness of one so young=[ Yes... m'lord. ]=she heard his voice, how venom dripped from every syllable, every word... she was confused at his cold humor, nervous around such a small, yet frighteningly powerful drakling=[ Did you call, m'lord?
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]=eden=[ -- Kijalos, 19:15:53 03/10/03 Mon [1]
]=she nods, breath taken by the sinister darkness of one so young=[ Yes... m'lord. ]=she heard his voice, how venom dripped from every syllable, every word... she was confused at his cold humor, nervous around such a small, yet frighteningly powerful drakling=[ Did you call, m'lord?
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:.Byrn Baby, Byrn.: -- Byrn, 13:15:00 03/14/03 Fri [1]
:.He nodded, satisfied for the moment. Like so many other her, she would fall. Just give away and crumble. In a moment, he almost pitied the being that ruled over them. And then was merely amused. All the better for him. Their weakness only added to his strength. Checking himself, he called back the growing darkness. Letting the femme breath, relax. Or something like that. Now he studied her. Ignoring the question he dripped one of his own.:
:.Why are you light.:
:.Not posed as a question, a statement, it was still evident he called for a responce. And thus, he waited.:
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]=eden=[ -- Kijalos, 15:44:57 03/14/03 Fri [1]
]=aah... this question, that was not a question, called for delving into the perfectly organized, yet impossible tangle of the past. silver talons part the hungry vines that cloud the way from the present, and steps into her past. blood, pain, inhuman screeching and fire. always fire and blood. flashes of fire and silver, ice, water... drifting scents of blood and burning flesh. ah, how she used to treasure these memories, but no more. nevermore, as quoth the raven=[ You ask this of me, and I doubt not that you want an... the answer. So here it is. When I was a young drakling, I was a dark. An evil, the daughter of the evil warlord dragon Meij. Meij was a terrible tyrant, slaying colony after colony, never taking prisoners and sparing no mercy to nobeast. He created a vast empire, one of war and death. He alone ruled, and his clan only was alive. I was his daughter, yes, the daughter of Meij and Jelerij. Jelerij was my mother, a beautiful dragoness that burned like fire, bronze and horrible in her glory. My family, my clan, were ruthless and knew no boundaries. I was exactly like them. All of us were one and the same, all a part of a murderous family. Blood stained by claws before I turned 5 years of age. I killed as often as I could, with clear judgement and no conscience. And one day, we attacked a colony of hundreds, our armies large and trained. Amidst this bloodiest of battles, I came across a silver drakling, not much younger than myself. Without hesitation, I swept a clawed pinion over it's neck, and it fell, dying to the ground. As it lay there, I realized that the drakling I had just killed looked like me. For a horrible moment, it was me. I had just slaughtered myself, my childhood... everything about me, my family, my immenent rule, lay dying in a pool of my own blood. I fell to the ground beside the still body, watching as it's eyes grew dark and clouded. for hours, days, eons I lay there, until my mother picked me up in bloodied talons and took me home. Home... a place of nothing to me. For weeks I lay, still, wasting away in a trance. When I awoke from my unconscious state, all I could do was scream. After my voice failed me, I screamed. And then, I left. Simply up and left, no longer confined by a life of war. My father let me go, banishing me as my entire family mocked me and chanted evilly. My mother watched me leave, cold eyes hardened to golden stone. And so, I traveled here and stayed- never to be dark again. ]=the jewel stops, regaining lost breath. she watches the drake carefully, and although her story was compassionate and riveting, she did not expect a reaction from this dark being. she waited, breath caughted and bated=[
((OOC: Ouch... my fingers....))
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AAAAHHHH. I just said "caughted".... OMG.... Okay, ignore that and pretend like it's grammatically correct. -- Kija's player, 15:48:23 03/14/03 Fri [1]
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:.Byrn Baby, Byrn.: -- Byrn, 11:47:58 03/22/03 Sat [1]
:.The drakling smirked and shook his dark dial, disaproving.:
:.Pitiful. You are weak dragoness. Barely worthy of life. And so ungrateful!.:
:.He snickered, mocking her. Dark blood may change in perspective, but it was always dark. So this one may be handy later. But for now, she was useless. Disgusted to a certain extend, he turned and parted from the sable. Dissapearing into a daunting darkness that continued to seep into these lands.:
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]=eden=[ -- Kijalos, 16:16:53 03/22/03 Sat [1]
]=a harsh laugh broke from the 'ness. a sharp bark ripped from her throat, and she shakes her finned head. ah, some things would never change. so much like her family, this one was. but something about him was different, something... she could not talon what made him different, but she was sure. her family had not carried such darkness like a cloak, a mantle about their shoulders. they had worn blood and terror, yes. but not this. this drakling wore darkness like a shroud, a crown upon his royal crimson head. she watched him, the spot where he had been after he disappeared. after the shortest of moments, the longest of years, the silven stood and took again to the air. once more at home, a molten flash among cumulus, all thoughts left her and she was free=[
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