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Date Posted: 14:01:01 12/02/02 Mon
Author: Kain-Lunimae
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: Zane||Lome 's message, "...Unaware..." on 20:46:54 12/01/02 Sun

Kain blinks at the girl's reply, and prepares to leave her alone. Yet then Lunimae gives a deep telepathy that contains to actual words but the very essence of warning. The woman leaps off the dragon's back and flows down the mountainside, half walking and half sliding and appearing but a blur of shadow. Several dragonlengths below the height he stops and gazes intently upon the wreath of fog and cloud.

"I'd take cover, kid."

Not bothering to take her own advice, the Sentinel merely chooses a spot to settle into a crouch and continue watching.

The gray gives a commanding bellow and lunges off the peak, great wings snapping open and catching an updraft of air. Striking down and stirring mist and wind, the blackish beast soars forth, ears pricked toward the sound of the other dragon. By scent, a red. Moving in a tight-winged, clipped manner, the gargantuan creature makes her tentative way through the fog, depending on ear and nose to locate the male.

And when she does, Lunim pulls up and hovers, body tensed. A scolding tone, of sorts, enters her mental voice as she reprimands Lome, who is shorter but stockier than herself.

Young red! You need to keep aware. The mountains are just beyond this fog; you very near bloodied yourself up on them.

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Replies:

...Thank you... -- Zane||Lome, 20:29:28 12/03/02 Tue
- ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Kain-Lunimae, 16:00:20 12/04/02 Wed
  - ...Watched... -- Zane||Lome, 20:50:25 12/05/02 Thu
    - ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Kain-Lunimae, 10:02:05 12/06/02 Fri
      - ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Kain-Lunimae OOC, 14:43:45 12/19/02 Thu