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Date Posted: 15:23:56 12/02/02 Mon
Author: Eavan
Subject: ()...()

A strand of sable hair drifted downward, inhibiting the azure gaze yet again. Eavan pulled the tip of her tongue back into her mouth just lon enough to tuck the unruly fray where it belonged, then returned it there; poking from the corner of her mouth. In her delicate hand, an equally delicate charcoal stick scrawled illegible lines across a white sheaf of parchment.

||Another line right....here, and I'll shade that in...||

Heedless of the spreading numbness in her rump, Eavan's hand deftly floated over the paper, turning what would've been chicken-scratch into the unmistakable form of a dragon in flight.
She held it up into the early afternoon sunlight, head tilted to one side, ad scrutinized her handiwork.

||Something's missing...||

A flick of her wrist added the final details: a glint in the eye, the ripple of sleek fur over a well-toned muscle...
The sketch was complete, but her work was far from over.

||Now for the fun part.||

Six coloured leads: red, blue, yellow, green, orange and purple. All finely sharpened, all wrapped in a neatly embroidered cloth that was forever tucked into her pocket.
She spread them out, a neat row of rainbow hue, right hand pausing above each one, feeling for the colour that would bet suit her creation.
Past the blue, beyond the yellow and orange, ignorin th purple...
There was only one color fit for so magnificent a dragon.

Red.

By the time she had finished, what had began as a simple line, nothing but dust on parchment, had metamorphosised into something only the imagination could behold.

There, in full fledged glory, flew the most spectacular red in creation.

'Sunlight' rippled upon crimson scales and danced upon silken fur.
Wide-spread wings spanned the page, metallic eyes gleamed power into the mind of their beholder. A curl of smoke wafted from detailed nostrils, and the fire that spewed from his parted jaws rivaled anything ever created by man or woman.

And, at the very bottom, in letters small and nondescript, the name 'Eavan' was neatly printed.

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Replies:

()Leaving() -- Eavan, 07:33:47 12/03/02 Tue
- (ooc: stupid thing! Now I have to do it over!) -- Eavan, 07:35:27 12/03/02 Tue
  - ()Descent( -- Eavan, 07:59:04 12/03/02 Tue
    - ()Scream() -- Eavan, 08:06:37 12/03/02 Tue
      - ()Plummet() -- Eavan, 08:11:43 12/03/02 Tue
        ()...() -- Eavan, 08:23:36 12/03/02 Tue