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Date Posted: 10:47:44 02/15/03 Sat
Author: Pherion
Subject: Re: Obsidian Conference
In reply to: Zandramas 's message, "Obsidian Conference" on 19:25:23 02/09/03 Sun

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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