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Date Posted: 19:25:23 02/09/03 Sun
Author: Zandramas
Subject: Obsidian Conference
The pair of dark clothed riders stood atop the blustery hill, their horses standing completely still in the foul weather.
"I wish this bloody continent would make it's mind up," One muttered, long blue black hair lashing behind them in the wind with their purplish blue cloaks.
"Huh," the other, defineably male, snorted. "You know that'll never happen. Miserable way to do business, this is."
His companion was dressed in shiny black leather, dripping with the rain, which had odd metal discs cleverly attached to it like moving armour. A chainmail throat collar fell down an undefineable chest over the cupped breastplates, down the the tin belts that strapped themselves across a slender waist. The only hint at the gender of this rider were the eyes. They were thickly lashed and of deepest ebony, as though they were the very abyss of sorrow and a fitful, passionate lust for freedom.
"Someone has to do it," The long-haired rider replied from underneath her purple scarf, which covered the majority of her features.
"Aye, but why you? You're leading this thing, and yet you still do all the dirty work." The man looked across at her, before seeing the look in her obsidian orbs as she gazed off to the city far, far north.
"Look at it, Zeth," she murmured, "Look at it's opression. Can't you feel it? Even from here I can sense the agony those people go through every day, every second of their lives run by intolerable slavery. Since when did scrawny lizards have the right to call themselves Dragons and enslave the races of the upper world? My position as leader requires me to do everything you do, I won't hold myself above you all and give meangingless, impossible orders because I don't know any better. I'll make sure I know exactly what you know, do exactly what you do, suffer exactly what you suffer." She shifted in her saddle with a creak of leather. "I am not one of you," she then continued. "I am not naturally human- but I am so much like you that it scares me. I fear what I am becoming, if I could return to what I was, if I could by flying above the rain where it was calm and cool, where the air, clouds and stars were all I cared for- would I know how to be a Dragon again? I can feel myself forgetting, the muscles in my shoulders forget the way they used to push my through the air with slow beats, I forget what freedom is. There is a price on all of us- a price on our heads, a price on our labour, a price on the strength of our muscles, a price on our children, a price on our loins. I will -not- bend to them, Zeth." Her eyes began to flare with that same old fire, a fire he had not seen for so long. The time they had spent on the road and escaping slavery had seemed to wear her down, and the past few years of being slammed in a cold cell had seemed to change her. She was no longer the arrogant, fiery youth she had been for so long, she was now matured, she was now the woman who had been hidden behind the girl. She had also seemed worn, just moving towards an empty goal with an empty heart. However, he knew that when she was thinking of the frustration in her heart, when she allowed herself to speak openly, she had rekindled the fires within her heart. He knew now that she was recovering, raising her head high and past the losses of both lover and children, beginning to take her stand against the injustice and insulting degradition of her people, her race. He knew then and there that he was destined to die with and for her, but never alongside her. Watching her there, with the wind tearing at her hair and cloak, her animal bearing the brunt of the weather, her stance returning to it's former pride, she seemed timeless. An image of forever, one who would watch the countless centuries right down until the day she couldn't bear it anymore. He knew grief jogged around the vaults of her mind constantly, what she had gained in her centuries, eons of life had all been taken. She had been left with her life, but he knew not if she wanted her life. He knew what she did want. She wanted comfort, a shoulder to cry on again- but she searched in vain. Even he, companion and dear friend, would never, could never, be with her that way. And yet it made him wonder, wonder why she couldn't find love easily. Was she afraid of it? Possibly. He knew it was certainly a chance, since love had injured her more deeply than any torturer or wizard ever could.
"Go back to the camp, Zeth," she sighed, looking at him with that same timeless sorrow in her orbs. It stung him often, to see that what was once glory and pride was reduced to lost hope and agony. The one glance she always gave him never failed to touch him, never failed to make his heart ache with his own sadness, the sadness he could feel in her. It followed her, plagued her- but her stopped his mind.
"Will you be back tonight?" He asked.
"I might be." Was his only reply, before her sad-eyed glance returned to the city. She nudged her horse forwards, down to where four graves stood underneath a lone, huge tree. She slid down from her horse and looked at them, the animal snorting and lowering it's head to nuzzle her shoulder lightly. She petted it's muzzle and gestured for it to go away, which it did, returning to a tent stable in the camp. She looked back to the graves, and was silent for some time. She could see the names. Drakka, Cthan, Rakath, Shadow...each one only caused her another sharp stab of pain to her churning stomach. Freshly lost, barely a month gone. Her tears hidden by the rain, the wind howling and buffeting as though it were her voice. But then her voice did join in, one long, despairing wail as she fell to her knees in the sludge, before falling silent and convulsing in unheard sobs...
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Pherion, 17:00:38 02/14/03 Fri
The golden beast stalked ambiently through the rain, upright with a hunched and drooping posture. How he hated the cold wet of spring, it stagnant clinging bitterness to winter making his lathargic rather quickly in the morning hours. Soft noises uttered through the woodline, huffing weezing sound that somehow deepened his mood.
Following the tones twards a clifside he could hear the fammiliar neigh of equines, his head bobbing up and down as it peered from behind a large oak stumb sundered by termite holes. There was a thick moss upon its side, absorbed in the liquid of the downpour made his hand-paws squish as he griped around its base. There were to of his favored prey there, but something stood out. Leather straps and studs upon their body awoke him to the fact they were the riding beasts used by man creatures. And that pulled him back slowly with a warented fear within.
The soft muffled sound pattered again to his twin sets of ears, his eyes turning a bit down to look under the pair of horse to see a humanoid draped in cloth kneeling in the mud. His worry turned to depression, empathic to the beings troubles somehow. But she was a man-creature, he thought to himself. A being that he knew hunted him for his pelt.
Taking a chance he moved closer, the equines stamping and neighing lightly as they parted for him to move between them. It masked his movments in the rain, the sound drowning like his wetted fur and shimmering scales. He was only afew feet from the creature.
"It looks so helpless, hurt. I wonder if it was wounded.", he thought, raising an outstreched paw to touch the woman.
"No...something isnt right...this must be dangerous!", he percieved again, making a soft grunt and swatting his long tail into a puddle when he lost his ballance out of nervousness. The sound was obvious, his beautiful spectral eyes widening as he froze in place only afew feet from the woman.
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Zandramas, 17:52:20 02/14/03 Fri
Zandramas's initial reaction is to recoil from Pherion, with a small little sound of surprise that's barely audible. She places one leather-gloved hand on the head of one of the gravestones, before the other lands on the floor and holds her body away from muddying itself on the floor. She gazes wide-eyed at the creature, all her sorrow and grief still there, but with a tinge of fear. Although Pherion is apprehensive of her, she is very nearly afraid of him. In surprise she returns to kneeling, keeping herself very still and without much movement that might startle him. Her mind is unsure as to whether to regard him as feral or not, but she merely does what she'd do if she came across a Dragon of her own kind, stay still and don't make any sudden movements that might make it think she could or might want to hurt it. After a few moments she glances directly into it's eyes, her whole world of lost hope, rendered love and incapacitating pain tumbling over each other in the turbulent waves in her orbs. Her scarf sticks to her cheeks as the rain continues falling, slicking her leather and studded clothing with drenching water. Her hair hangs loosely down her face, thickly lashed eyes simply watching and waiting. She wonders just what he wants...and what he is...before her ehad turns sharply to one of the watchtowers further down the hill. A beacon had been lit. Her glance then returned to Pherion, unsure whether to stay or to go and help her people fend off whatever they were being attacked by...
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Pherion, 10:47:44 02/15/03 Sat
His heart beat faster in his chest, his body stauesque in the rain. Slowly Pherion lowered his paw ducking his head down to his chest, all of his ears submisively held tightly to his skull to show he ment no harm. He took a step back now, squishing into the milky brown mud underfoot, stumbling slightly as it gave way from the mitholodical sweep of his legs. Again he froze, the womans eyes making his heart burst and want to just stop all the pain he saw there.
"Begging forgive. No harm to...", he says with a metalic tone in his words. His voice was angelic, stimulating to the mind and the body with how smoothly it melted from his mobile muzzle. As his maw parted the single razor along the top and bottom of his inner mouth could be seen. Only a single long bowed blade of golden metal served as his fangs, but the honed edge look as if it could sever metal.
He lays down, unsure of what to do, his belly soiling with the grounds fixtures and tiny brambles. He closed his eyes a long while, knowing he could leap away if needed...if danger became apparent. But still in this position he left himself vulnerable enough to an attack. He wasnt sure why he stayed, and yet he knew it was right to do so.
Agaion his eyes peered upon the being, a rush of nervousness took him as he heard some one nearby closing in. The steps of another humanoid who bore the cutting metal of weaponry upon them. Even in the rain that clanking sound was something nature couldnt disguise. He rose, standing on his hind legs and began to back away with a fearful look over his maw...
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Zandramas, 20:36:43 02/15/03 Sat
Zandramas immediately flashed onto her feet, the cutting edges of her curved blade slicing through the air. The lizard that had been but a metre away from Pherion gurgled, toppled and then landed heavily. Her steps took her to the other three that had been approaching, a slight ring of steel shining through the air as one of her daggers seared through water and air and into a scaled chest. Another upslash rips the third lizard through the stomach, ribs and throat, before she whirls and promptly beheads the monster behind her, blocking his slash with a dagger to Pherion with her thigh. The dagger rips down her flesh before rebounding off the steel guards. She then turns to look at the frightened little creature, realising that it speaks. She kneels and then wipes her blade on the body of a lizard and retreives her dagger. The blood trickling down her boot and leg mixes into a puddle, while she turns to look at the remaining few escaping. They were shot down by the arrows of the watchtowers. Zeth came scurrying down to her, before she held up a hand for him to stop, casting a small glance at the escaping creature.
"All forgiven, no hurt." She told it, before looking back to Zeth and beckoning him to approach very, very slowly.
"What is it?" He whispered, flicking his dark eyed glance at Pherion.
"I'm not sure," Zandramas replied, "I've seen very few creatures that resemble it. I don't think it's dangerous."
"Nothing's dangerous to you," he snorted, before glancing down at her leg. "You're getting slow or fat or something."
"I blocked an attack on the creature with it." she flicked a playful glare at him. "So don't say I'm getting fat until you notice my rear getting bigger."
He grinned, "That's more like you. What are you planning to do with the thing?"
Zandramas flicked a small glance at Pherion, before squatting and holding out her hand, palm flat. "We'll leave that up to him. Go back Zeth, your presence will only disturb it."
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Pherion, 09:09:39 02/16/03 Sun
Pherion departs in a blinding flash that streaks through the fog and bursh upon the first swing of the blade form the woman. The spead was nearly as fast as the blades movment itself. He always had a fear of those with blades and now he was sure it was nothing more then a trap. Another hunter seeking his pelt.
Miles away in only seconds, Pherion pauses to collapse exausted by a large group of rocks near ababbling stream, his heavy breath suddenly overtaking him as his heart needed the oxygen to keep him from passing out. What sort of mind would it take to navigate hundreds of trees and fallen branches at such a speed? Only that of something rare...
[OOC: please cut off your prior post after you draw your blade so I may actualy be able to react as my character would have. Note I was prepaired to flee as well. It was posted in my previous post. Thanks hun.]
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Zandramas, 20:17:37 02/16/03 Sun
Zandramas blinked as she realised the creature had gone, before sighing and rising. Her blood spills onto the floor, and she gave it an irritated glance before placing a hand to it. A Hellish red glow clung to her leg like some demonic hand, before disappearing and leaving her without the wound. She snorted slightly and glanced at the encampment.
Zeth looked at her. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking it's time to leave," She told him, watching the people fend off the lizards well enough without them. "You stay, Zeth, you've helped me enough this lifetime." She smiled sadly and clasped his hand in hers. "Make a name for yourself - and live well." She then looked at the four graves. "And look after them." She then turned and approached one of the horses, swinging herself onto it's back with the sinews of one ready to face anything.
"I always knew you'd leave," He smiled, looking up at her and untying her horse from it's picket. "You never were the socialite of the world. Go alone, Lady of the Blades, and go to your freedom."
"When I am free, I'll come back," She told him, "When I fly again, I'll return and finish what we started. Watch the sky for the flames of victory and avenged pain." She then wheeled her animal and began to gallop away, with Zeth standing and watching her with a sad expression, before he turned to a group of approaching lizards and ran to attack them.
She kept moving, her horse swift and moving with all his strength. After perhaps a league, she halted her mount and looked around. A stream ran across one area, and she led her horse over to it to allow it to drink. She took a cupped pair of hands to wash her face clean and then dropped it back in, before taking a drink. A gold shimmer caught her eye, and she looked up. There it was again. The furry and scaley little creature was obviously exhausted, and a fond little smile crossed her features. She waded over across the stream and then halted near him, kneeling. She wondered whether to go closer or touch him, but figured that would be a mistake. She merely watched and waited, her horse remaining loyally near the stream...
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Pherion, 22:42:48 02/17/03 Mon
Slowly the being opens his eyes, barely able to crawl and exausted in a half slumber from his devious sprint across the woods. He saw the woman there, unsure of how she found him but realizing then his time was up. He raises his paw, wanting so badly to touch her high cheek bones one, allowing his warmth within the touch of the minute and invisible hairs of her skin to bristle in its presence. How kind his glowing eyes looked, how sadly the shown his wordless losses and regrets.
"Kill like flight, take body fast much pain no want.", he says. His hand fell limply, followed buy his arm to his side. The golden form slowly curled into a ball along side of the river where his eyes could peer upon the dancing reflection over the crystaline waves.
"I know flesh-hunter like gold color, I know it take from me in great pain. What name are you?"
His gaze follows the shimmering reflection to Zaddy's form there in the aqua, watchin her moves lethargicly as if he were drugged.
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Zandramas, 09:08:13 02/18/03 Tue
Zandramas watches this peculiar little creature with quiet fascination, reaching behind her neck to untie her scarf and do something she'd not done in daylight for years. As it falls away, it reveals a purely symmetrical face, smoothly lined and almost angularly built. Although her beauty is unflawed in every physical way, the sorrow storing itself in every line, every deft curve in her face gives her a personal accent, the straight blue black locks now tumbling down the side of her face also, contrasting against pale skin. Already the pale touch of age is reaching her, revealed in the turning blue of her eyes. They are barely seen as blue and could still be mistaken for black, but the touch is there. A way of aging that most humans didn't have that she still kept from her kind of Dragon.
"Zandramas," She replied, still keeping herself to herself, still apprehensive of any touch to her. "I'm hunted for something different. Who are you?"
Zandramas then unbuckled her belt and tossed it over to where her horse was, before rising, remiving her thick leather and metal gauntlets, the mail shirt and the chainmail. Underneath are simple garments made of felt, in some kind of even more strict uniform. She sits again, the felt fitting like a second skin. Her bluish black eyes revert to looking at him, tracing the golden contours of his body with a slightly awed look. She had seen gold before, but never in such a brilliant colour.
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Pherion, 01:06:56 02/19/03 Wed
Pherion ascends cautiously to his hind legs, towering over the lithe form of Zaddy. He was in no wy a diminutive being nor was he a sheltered brooder to be put to down poured eyes. He is a force of nature, a wild hunter feedin off of the life of anything he kills. Claws, hoohed and pointed with the same glint of golden hues that covered his scales were his primary weaponry. His fangs incased in a hard muscular muzzle were his second form of rending prey apart.
His eyes showed no trust or understanding of beauty, their hollow pupiless sheen reflecting the light through it like an indigo prisim pierced coldly upon the face of the woman there. Pherion steps back, his amrs held low with claw bore wide in a display that ment to keep distance between him.
"Pherion is name...go from me. No hunt this day..." The Aruvmorax knew he could not sprint as fast as he did prior, still exausted from the trip, but he was capible of defending himself with a barage of failing razors should the need arise.
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Zandramas, 12:37:50 02/19/03 Wed
Zandramas remained still, spreading her own arms to show that she is not armed, and, as a human, has only physical strength and her own agility to defend herself with. Her changing eyes merely locked with his again, while she keeps her sitting position on the floor.
"You don't trust me," It wasn't a question. "Which I can understand." She gestures to the stream, frowning slightly while cupping her hands again to place a small puddle between them both. She points to it, and makes a peculiar little gesture with her left hand. Inside the pool appears an image of herself, blurring into the form of a Dragon. It was probably the only way she could make him understand what had happened to her, since she wasn't sure just how much of her language he understood. After doing this, she looked around, and then back to him. She momentarily thinks of extending a hand, but then finds herself almost afraid of this thought. She flicks her eyes around nervously, before holding out a shaky hand again. There was only one way she'd get over touch, she realised, and that was by allowing touch. Her eyes flitted back up to his own, eyebrows raising slightly.
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Pherion, 16:30:18 02/20/03 Thu
Pherion set his arms to his flanks calmly, realizing he was making quite a big deal about this but again rightfully so. He had seen magic and those that could weild it but oddly had no fear of the powers beyond the minds eye. Slowly his head cants to one seid, a listed curriosity building within him that made him wonder what it ment by extending a hand that trembled. Was this being afraid of him? The golden Arumorax looked over Zaddy again, making sure she held no blades, his stare at last locking within her eyes.
Something strong flowed over him again, even stronger then before. Some strange emptieness felt filled at that moment and a sort of arrousal took him. He steped forward, lowering his body to a hunch. Making a warry coo noise Pherion at last dared to thrust his mussle against the extended didgits of Zandramas, the warmth flowed over his fur and scales, the comforts of home beconing to him.
In a flash he remembered what kindness was, what touch was....the void completely filled in his heart as if he already was claimed to be made more then an aquantance already. Though, he couldnt explain something he had never experianced before, he somehow knew it was right.
A soft few breath puffed upon the delicate fingers of Zaddy. Pherion turns his muzzle up and raises it above the warm flesh, his words melting like rose pettals down her arm, falling with the motion of tears twards her heart.
"Pherion do negative understand. Why show Pherion what was and not what will be? Pherion unafriad. Very smart but unlearned. Teach Pherion to say right and he will be forever in great happieness."
And like that he licks the Dragoness made humans fore-arm.
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- Zandramas, 19:13:45 02/20/03 Thu
Zandramas flinched slightly as he first touched her hand, before she remembered just what touch was and why people so often did it. She remembered her old days when she laughed and touched whenever possible, happy in the presence of others, but no more. She knew she was alone in this world now. There was no one watching her back, and now she'd have to watch it herself.
She sighed quietly at his first question. "Because I don't know what will be," Is her quiet reply, one digit tracing up his muzzle lightly. "Only what has been." She smiles ruefully before bringing the finger back down to his nose tip and holding it there for a moment.
"What is it you wish to know?" She is fairly sure that she can answer any questions he has, and she settles into a more comfortable position on the ground before lowering her eyes from that strangely compelling gaze of his to look at a small blue and black flower next to her. She knew it's kind, their seeds had been planted over the graves of loved ones. With the hand not on his nose she reached for it, plucked it from it's rooting and reached her other hand back and made a small twisting gesture over the top of it. It appeared to solidify, become stronger, and when she tapped it, it gave off a peculiar steely ring. She then tucked it in her belt to make sure that she carried some semblance of them with her. As if she had been struck, her memories came in again. She had almost forgotten for a moment, in those deep violet pools of peculiar, alluring intelligence. Her memories made her sigh quietly, before looking back to those purple pools, trying to find some form of solace in their abyss of many emotions...
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Re: Obsidian Conference -- asw (asw), 08:24:45 03/21/12 Wed
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luna_sesshomaru_anime_x@hotmail.com -- lestat, 02:43:12 01/08/05 Sat
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Re: luna_sesshomaru_anime_x@hotmail.com -- mrs collins, 10:31:24 06/30/06 Fri
From: Mrs. Sule Collins,
Dear Friend,
I am the above named person but now undergoing medical treatment for cancer now.I am married to Dr. George Collins.
We were married for eleven years without a child.He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days. Before his death we were both born again Christians. Since his death I decided not to re-marry or get a child outside my matrimonial home which the Bible is against.
When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of$27.5Million (twenty-seven Million Five hundred thousand U.S. Dollars) with one finance company in Europe.
Presently,this money is still with the Security Company. Recently, my Doctor told me that I would not last for the next three months due to cancer problem. Though what disturbs me most is my stroke.
Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to church or better still a Christian individual that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct here in.
I want a church or individual that will use this to fund churches, orphanages and widows propagating the word of God and to ensure that the house of God is maintained.
The Bible made us to understand that
Blessed is the hand that givelth. I took this decision because I dont have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are not Christians and I dont want my husbands hard earned money to be misused by unbelievers. I dont want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly manner, hence the reason for taking this bold decision.
I am not afraid of death hence I know where I am going. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that the lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace. I don’t need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health and because of the presence of my husbands relatives around me always. I dont want them to know about this development. With God all things are possible.
As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the Finance/Security Company Europe.
I will also issue you a letter of authority that will empower you as the original- beneficiary of this fund. I want you and the church to always pray for me because the lord is my shepherd.
My happiness is that I lived a life of a worthy Christian. Whoever that wants to serve the Lord must serve him in spirit, and truth. Please always be prayerful all through your life.
Any delay in your reply will give me room in sousing for a church or Christian individual for this same purpose. Please assure me that you will act Accordingly as I stated herein.
Hoping to hear from you.
Remain blessed in the name of the Lord,His Love.
I await your response.
Regards and God Bless.
Mrs. Sule Collins
NOTE:FOR FURTHER CORESPONDENCE PLEASE GET BACK TO ME VIA MY PRIVATE EMAIL BOX:mrssulecollins1@myway.com
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