(*)Fires Secret(*) -- Hell's Fire's Acomin'

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Date Posted: 19:18:54 10/25/02 Fri
Author: HeLl SiNgEr
Subject: (*)Fires Secret(*)

(*)From the presence of the neice, of the cavern's keeper, had the comely, blood-bitten siren just ushered herself from, just moments ago. Though not visually acknowledging it, she had recognized the concern in the conclusion of the young dame's words. Being herself, no fuss was made, and no inquiry, as a simple check would do. But something more compelled her to present herself here, even if the beautiful mascul was sleeping, of which she recently learned. But there was something more....something more. Lids fall to building pressure, sense shaking the undefined thoughts from her mind.(*)

(*)Glow did she, the fire-taut armor of hers making well use of the stoic walls. Such heat surged from her, but well controlled to remain in the status of 'comfort'. He was fine. Sleeping. Something she wished she could do easily. But was it easy for him. Something told her no. Something....something...stop it! Stop it. He's fine. He had to be fine. She wouldn't picture the creature any other way. He was fine, and her unconscious presence here was no longer needed. The Lady would have no part in disturbing him. Her figure turned, but paused. A thought swirled in her mind. Wickedly pleasant, alluring, devilish, but sweet. Quite peculiar. Why be greedy? Using powers, rightfully owned by blood of mother, the thought was passed to the sleeper. Maybe now a dreamer. A last glance, and she was gone.(*)

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