<font color=gray>*Harsh pads.. coarse fur.. all not enough to overcome the severity before them* -- Silenas Mounatins

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Date Posted: 07:15:58 03/06/01 Tue
Author: Star Glem
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 63.110.165.108
Subject: *Harsh pads.. coarse fur.. all not enough to overcome the severity before them*

*Snow has layered the earths thickly.. Too thickly, compared to the mildness the Night Starians have become adept to.. Cowering over all is the rich hue of white... Snow. The harshest element.. yet flowing as graceful as rain..of purity..*

Night Starians.. *silver-sound irises flash across the frosted scene.. paws clenching warily into the ice, the gruff voice of a sphinx jerks outward. His eyes whim over.. glassing and tearing in the soft body of the storm. Snow and ice not being his element.. he can only stand it so long without aid.*

*Rounding in a small circle, strong paws overlap paws as a low-swung tail beat sacredly against the hidden soil.. He is unsure of the whereabouts of the inhabitants.. Yet, he knows they are wrapped in serenity.. Their ways are strong.. they can manage..
Star Glem only shakes his head strongly.. This land is fresh.. And so are the emotions.. the essences.. Spirits flow strongly throughout the currents of wind and nipping air, and he can almost taste them.. Their distinct passions that never came.. He sighs once again.. This is truly the outlying lands.. The first. Too soon, even. Ambling forward stronger now.. the sphinx can only grasp the small shadowing of a distanced soul..*

Night Starian! This way.. Come. *He can make out the figure well... no less than one of the inhabitants..
Dusty flakes of snow clench and cake his rough coat.. allowing the moisture to seep deep to his skin.. awakening his mind.. stabbing at his spirit as if a challenge.*

*No more souls can be seen, nor sensed.. Narrowing his eyes harshly, he crawls along his mind.. Ripping one thought after another on how to gain their attention.. Stopping the rhythm of his breath, the male sphinx lusts open his jowls.. a faith-filled tone lunging out.. forming into a rich growl.. A growl a breed of thunder and storm.. soothed into one to stage the ancient voice of the warrior.. Moments after, the cry is thrust into the smoked eyes of the element.. Immediately sending a college of safex and snow hawks on wing and to the gray, core of the mountains pillared behind..
Aye.. the snow birds.. Star Glem glances after them with awe.. their strong bodies reflecting against his pupils.. They will come in use later. For now, the inhabitants is all that matters..*

*Star Glem battles within himself.. his chest heaving with the approaching numbness... His eyes weakened in the blur of myst and wasped wind.. The call should have been strong enough.. Yet..
Suddenly, He snaps abruptly.. The cannot even think with the frost around him. Dull claws slowly slide from his paws.. tensing against the snow.. He looks on.. The inert.. the lifeless... The element was truly not his own.. Tossing his main fiercely.. he scrapes an area in the snow.. Digging until he reaches the frozen soil.. Chipping away hail and dread from the surface, he begins to directly clench into the depth of it..* Soliswin... Ahelion. *His tongue is flecked with ice as he speaks airily.. The spell.. of the Wicina.. One of the many.. And for a strange reason, they seem to work best with the sphinx. Trailing on the present, he grins with amusement as he feels the flames inside boil and cast densely.. Cold is no longer a possible sense.. For a while, be that as it may..*

*Throwing his head firmly to the wind.. he nods.. his sudden outburst availed.. Slowly, now concentrating on the shallow silence of this new land.. He watches.. Eyes glinting for the figure he had seen earlier.. and for the rest.. Wherever they may be.. Those of Night Starians who now carry the cry of the sphinx in their ears. May they have faith.. hopefully their form of magick has found a way to aid them, as well.. He smiles.. demon-like.. unearthing the peices bit by bit. As so, Gaea has finally bid for it to arise.. She has not left them... nor him.. This was the start of the journey.. Truly.*

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