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Date Posted: 19:37:36 04/13/01 Fri
In reply to:
Atalanta
's message, "*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....*" on 13:58:52 04/13/01 Fri
The lord's like-wise midnight eyes glance up at the dragons, and a smirk tugs at his thin-lipped expression. Raven hair is swept back in the now-violent breeze, and the pallid gaze is raised to the trecherous mountain passes. The onyx horse beneath him picks his way through the dangerous side-paths, plunging into a reckless gallop at his masters bidding. The dark lord halts the frothing horse, and upturns his chilling gaze to the dragons...
He is not afraid - nay, these beasts hold no threat. Dark magic proves an able defense, and offense, against the magical creatures. Instead he smiles oddly, the look uncomfortable. The midnight cloak billows, revealing the wickedly curved sword, glittering pewter and topped with an almost-blackish blue stone. Various ancient runes are scrawled on the finely made weapon, establishing the lord's mark.
"Kemtual, come here!"
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