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Date Posted: 21:01:33 11/30/02 Sat
Author: Kain-Lunimae
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+

In a sluggish movement, the burning red sun slides past the horizon and gloaming sets in. The icy chill that always encompassed the island rose to a new height for the moon's reign, and tonight is no different. Yet a grim factor rises with the cold.

Unseen in the shadowy sky glides the gargantuan beast. Formiddable pinions span incredibly far, stretches of a lackluster shade ever-so-close to black, only barely distinguishable as gray. Impossibly dark, impossibly graceful, death incarnate comes sweeping in from whence she came, in form of a dragon and her Sentinel rider.

With a mighty backwing, displaying a sense of complete control, Lunimae's jagged claws grasp at the crest of the highest peak. The great creature hunkers the rest of the way down, into the roost she'd 'claimed' ages ago. Deep eyes-- so blackish gray they can barely be called bronze-- follow the waning moon, from zenith to nadir. Only then does conversation take place.

Lunimae...?

Yes, Kain?

To speak of this causes me great pain, my soulmate. Within this world, the bonded dragons share their life with one human...oid.

I know...what is the problem?

You will die before me, Lunimae. And that mgiht cause me to die, as well...for when a Sentinel gets attached to another, the bond of love is eternal. And...I mustn't die. I am Shadowed, bound to reap souls...it is Shameful to die with this duty, even for one who's lived as long as I. And Eohut and Auron will die, as well...what can I do?

Kain. You are the strongest entity I know...you will prevail. With a scar on your heart, maybe, but somehow...I know you've suffered worse than that.

You are correct, my gray, as usual. But I have not. Physical pain is nothing compared to mental, and the latter is heightened by a tenfold due to being a Guardian.

Silence falls.

My soulmate, never forget. Though you are infinite, my memory will be, as well. Deal with problems when they come. This is supposed to be a happy time! Auron has bonded and all is well. Do not ruin it with your pessimism and steel.

Like my life, Lunim, my steel is ultimate.

Yet a chuckle is flung from the rider's slim mouth to show the lightness of her words.

Aye. Better times than some.

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she stands far lower in the mountians, but reconizes the unmistakeable grey -- dargle, 15:16:44 12/01/02 Sun
- ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Kain-Lunimae, 17:37:41 12/01/02 Sun
  - "Forgive me," -- dargle, 18:01:38 12/01/02 Sun
    - ((psst...)) -- Alex OOC, 14:29:34 12/02/02 Mon
      - (sure!) -- dargle, 17:27:27 12/02/02 Mon