(*)passion in rare(*) -- Dark Caverns

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Subject: (*)passion in rare(*)

Author:
HeLl SiNgEr

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Date Posted: 21:45:57 09/06/02 Fri
In reply to: Hell's Fire's Acomin' 's message, "~�~Unnoticed~�~" on 18:20:15 09/06/02 Fri

(*)from the shadows, the hell from crept, so sleak against the yowls of her private domain. He had almost done it. In and out, without the slightest breath of the mistress. But too beautiful he was. Handsome scales not yet dim enough to conceal him against her commanded shadows. But a smile came just the same. His presence was most welcomed....most looked forward to...and most appreciated. Slink, her comely scuplt did, senses directed to wear the mascul stood. And in his place, struck in wonder, stood the statuette. Wicked, wickedly fantastic was the structure. The dragon, as if it defied the world. Beauty in every curve and fixture. Crown sunk to meet this little wonder, thugh how big it was. Even breath was monitored, so careful, not wanting to mame this in even the slightest way. And the necklace, its possessions. Precious to a Dark...Dark of heart. What value. Rare. Priceless...like the soul of the dragon that bestowed this upon her. Orbs shimmer in the darkness, face illuminated by the fire talismen that hung around her neck. Glass orb, silver chain, everlasting fire. The Heart of the Fallen Star. How ancient it seemed...how dear to her stone-liked heart it had become. Desertion had only made its value even more immortal...but nothing was forever. To paw and talon, the litte dragon went, strength minut in its holding. But in its place, went the talismen. Chain serpentined upon the stone floor. Fire bouncing and lincking in the confines of the glass orb. A soul for a soul. Cherish for cherish. Back to the darkness, the firess sunk. Form concealed perfectl now, air withstood, and motions liquid. Back to the shadows she sank, letting them peel back onto her crimson hide, inking it in their murky depths. But were the dragon had stood...the shadows stood no chance. A gift for him. Only, for him. Hell's Fire's Acomin. Indeed. HaC to her...personal prefer. Her most relished item to the Dark Dragon: The Heart of The Fallen Star.(*)

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HaC
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Date Posted: 11:48:57 09/07/02 Sat

~�~The dragon, retreating from the cave back into the open tt, sensed the presence within the cavern and turned standing for a moment at the entrance. Vocals supressed he returned into the shadows but they did not cling to him, his scales alight once again. Walking to where he had once stood not knowing the Lady had been there herself. Looks around a quiet flame in his eyes, looks down to see the necklace. The everlasting flame licked the surface of the glass orb that held it. Burnished bronze talon slips beneath the silver chain and holds the gift before him. He had given but not expected anything in return, hadn't wished for it. How he would cherish this. Smile caresses closed lips as breathing almost stops and is hushed. Slips the chain 'pon his neck and looks off into the shadows. He still felt her presence and knew that she was watching. Silence and shadows laid between them. A silent nod is given to the shadows surrounding him then he departed again. Quiet as ever, the flame flickered as it rested 'pon his chest. Stands for a moment, they would meet again. Wings flare once outside and the beast takes to the skies of Hell once again.~�~

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[> [> [> Subject: (*)Satisfaction(*)

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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 12:26:42 09/07/02 Sat

(*)to the shadows she kept, mobility abandoned, and even pulse so still. Ocules watched, enjoyed as the dragon made his way back. Recieved her gift he had, hopefully in such magnitude that th elady had recieved his own. His look to the shadows was shared, caught and enslaved by those of the watcher. Mind memorizes his last standing. They would meet again(*)

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