A hissing sound like the scrapeing of scales on leaves reaches your ears... -- Mystical Joining

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Subject: A hissing sound like the scrapeing of scales on leaves reaches your ears...

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Death's Alliance

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Date Posted: 19:09:49 04/28/01 Sat

A sudden burst of green flame appears on the ground. The air now reeks with a horrible stench that seems to turn the air black. A long, snakelike creature appears. There seems to be a black film over its eyes that you can't see through, but it can see you. "It's lucky for you that you can't see my eyes." It hisses in a hoarse whisper. Three sets of medium sized wings are set equaly spaced apart along the long span of its body. It flutters them all and lifts itself off the ground. It has red-gold scales that gleam in the light. It appears to be the color of the sun when it sets. "You know why your so lucky?" It says in a barely understandable hiss. "Because I am a magic Basilisk." It shifts suddenly into a new shape. It shrinks and its body twists. Two sets of wings dissapear and the ones left grow feathers. It is now a pheonix but it still has that foul rotting smell and those wicked fangs that gleam with black poision. It quickly flutters away.

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She stares, enchanted by it, and its evilness (NT)	RP	17:36:03 05/03/01 Thu