His eyes fill with malice, his faithful dragons are hear. His lips curl in an evil smile and his orbs glance at Atalanta to see how she's taking it. -- crossroads

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Subject: His eyes fill with malice, his faithful dragons are hear. His lips curl in an evil smile and his orbs glance at Atalanta to see how she's taking it.

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Kem of Murkwood
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Date Posted: 14:53:42 04/12/01 Thu
In reply to: Kol the Imposter 's message, "A white dragon swoops low before Kem and bows his head in respect. He is white and sometimes is mistaken as a good dragon which is useful also. He is Kol." on 14:52:29 04/12/01 Thu

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*crimson occulars watch each new arrival in complete silence, and 'spikes' along her spine raise slightly before femme steps out into the rain. Talons click at the stone below her feet, and a slight mist exudes from nostrils... a sure sign that she is tense... or angered. Still, the former is more probable, for her hue has not darkened. Cranium remains high, though, as she inspects each from a closer vantage, the rain slipping down her neck and giving her golden body a sheen of molten gold* (NT) Atalanta 15:08:57 04/12/01 Thu

Swings his great white head about to look at the shimmering beauty. Silver spikes shin slightly in the lightning which flashes. (NT) -- Kol the Imposter, 19:51:21 04/12/01 Thu

He too turns to see the golden femme, black eyes sweeping her light frame, built for speed and flight, not like the rest of them here, built for power and strength. (NT) -- Quio the 2nd Powerful, 19:53:08 04/12/01 Thu

*femme's gaze turns to the other two males, Kol and Quio. The golden is still uncertain of the numerous males who have suddenly made an entrance, and so retains her distance. Occulars turn from the two before her to the dark male Kem, perhaps awaiting some explanation, though wondering if one will be given....* (NT) -- Atalanta, 13:58:52 04/13/01 Fri

The biting wind whips at the lord's cloak... -- Lord MordanVielen, 19:37:36 04/13/01 Fri

A roaring scream echoes about the cliff.... -- Kemtual the Most Powerful, 22:17:53 04/15/01 Sun

A wry chuckle... -- Lord MordanVielen, 08:47:30 04/16/01 Mon

The white dragon rises up beside his master."Pay no heed to the human. He is foolish enough to come to a dragons' den. But he wants you to come near so he can kill you." He flaps next to his master, staring at the man. (NT) -- Kol the Imposter, 08:53:08 04/16/01 Mon

Mocking laughter... -- Lord MordanVielen, 18:17:24 04/17/01 Tue