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Subject: [hell singer] Author: [.muse.] & Butterfli [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:41:13 04/23/04 Fri Aloha...my horsie Butterfli was assigned to obtain a scale from Hell Singer for a quest, and if you'll agree to give one to her, I'll make a great post. Purty Pwease? *puppy dog eyes* Lol. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: (*)Through The Fire(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 21:03:04 04/24/04 Sat (sorry. had to take a trip) (*)Demonic eyes stared down on this arrival, emotionally devoid(*) So post...and it shall be granted... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: .* she's there if you dare to give your broken wings a try Author: Butterfli the CRUSADER [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:48:00 04/29/04 Thu .* somewhere over the rainbow .* way up high .* there's a land that I heard of .* once in a lullaby .* somewhere over the rainbow .* skies of blue .* and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true .* someday I'll wish upon a star .* and wake up where the clouds are far behind me .* where troubles melt like lemon drops .* away above the chimney tops .* that's where you'll find me .* somewhere over the rainbow .* bluebirds fly .* bluebirds fly over the rainbow .* why can't I? .* happy little bluebirds fly .* beyond the rainbow .* why, oh why, can't I? .* spread your wings and prepare to fly .* for you have become a butterfly .* oh, fly abandonedly into the sun .* Remember Butterfli, valiance. The rewards will be great. Those thoughts floated around in the porcelain spitfire's cerebrum as she embarked on the treacherous journey into the evil country, her flared nares filled with the scent of death and decay and ancient gloom. Her coal-stockinged stilts propelled her svelte structure forwards, pitch talons pressing lightly into the charred domain. Nigrescent optics flicked from pyre to shadow, seeking out the cave dominion. After hours of vigilant searching, the lactsescent equine stumbled upon it, wonderment for the mommoth beasts that inhabited it filling her expressive orbs. Halting in front of the brawny ess that ruled over these dragons, she showed no fear. Her facade remained quite emotionless, the sharply chiseled tiara angled upwards to stare into the harridan's occules. "I wish to obtain a scale from you, HeLl SiNgEr. Will my wish be granted, ruler of the Shadow Caves?" Standing quietly, her piece said, Butterfli could only hope for a positive outcome. .* she's there if you dare to give your broken wings a try .* come on take a leap and fly .* you can meet her .* she remembers when .* she first got her wings .* and how she opened up .* the day she learned to sing .* then the colors came .* erase the black and white .* and her whole world changed when she realized .* she's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky .* nothing's ever going to bring her down .* everywhere she goes, everybody knows she's so glad to be alive .* she's a butterfly .* like the purest light .* in a darkened world .* so much hope inside .* such a lovely girl .* now you should see her fly .* it's almost magical .* it makes you want to cry .* she's so beautiful .* she's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky .* nothing's ever going to bring her down .* everywhere she goes, everybody knows she's so glad to be alive .* she's a butterfly .* god bless the butterfly .* give her the strength to fly .* never let her wings touch the ground B u t t e r f l i *. for you have become a butterfly [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: (*)Daughter Of Flame(*) Author: HeLl SiNgEr [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:23:37 04/29/04 Thu (*)Hell-Bearing spectrums gazed south to the unnerved equine, fire-bearess emotionally and physically unmoved. Beauty and ascendancy swirled within the occult bruja's soundless, iniquitous elegance. A fisted paw was lowered and held forth before the mane and tailed fey, digits individually uncoiling to present to lustrous scales. Fallen armor, gracefully aged, diamond hardy, sporting ruby and scarlet hues, fire-plated, crystaline features. Pieces of her physical being, yet no longer connected, for their edges, were scale kissed skin, were dead.(*) Your timing was fate, equine, surely. The seasons are shifting here...these were shed. (*)Offering stood still. Time did not.(*) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]