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Date Posted: 09:09:39 02/16/03 Sun
Author: Pherion
Subject: Re: Obsidian Conference
In reply to: Zandramas 's message, "Obsidian Conference" on 19:25:23 02/09/03 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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