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Date Posted: 18:07:39 07/28/04 Wed
Author: Tyrael
Subject: |=|there is strength in silence|=|
In reply to: Koen 's message, "..To Battle I Fly.." on 12:46:43 07/27/04 Tue

Azure hued male crept forth on golden taloned hands into the terra. He'd flown a good deal of the way, but his gimped wing just hadn't been able to handle any more. Of course, having a gimped leg wasn't helping matters much either. At this point, his limp was more pronounced that it had been in a very long time. He continued on though, bi-hued oocs focused upon the couple embracing not too far off in front of him. Needing a short rest, the male sat down upon his haunches, wincing slightly as his back right leg came into contact with the sandy terra. It was going to be hard to walk tomarrow, but that wasn't neccessarily something new to him. Long tail came about, curving along his left hindquarter. The small golden spikes along his back glittered in the sunlight, but the most brilliant of all of them were the long deadly golden spikes at the tip of his tail. He'd inflicted many mortal wounds with those spikes, just one addition to his muscular form that caused him to be the great warrior he was. Chisled dial was lifted slightly, the manner in which he did it regal and arrogant. The action didn't seem to quite suit his personality, but just looking at him one would think a better pose couldn't be struck. Wings were fluttered slightly at his back, both the lovely and perfectly shaped one, and the tattered and torn one. Both good eye and bad eye remained upon his parents, the male silently wondering where his brother was...


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