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Date Posted: 19:10:33 02/26/03 Wed
Author: Kain-Lunimae
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+

[Up at the buttcrack of dawn.]

Once more the streamlined form slices through the air, like a blade through hapless flesh. This time, though, a sort of song courses readily from the gaping maw bedecked in thick, curved sabrefangs. Half telepathic and half physical, the tones and notes dance through the minds of any listener and casts them into the deepest of sadness. The song tells a tale of victory through an immense loss, of a sort of bittersweet romance, and pain and warfare. All this, with no hopes to light the way.

Shadowed fur stands stark and lacklustre against the lightening sky, like a lost ghost fleeing from the illumination creeping closer like a spider in its web. Somehow, though, the dragon keeps ahead of its hunter, casting darkness about her bellowing frame. Curved and daedelous talons sink deeply into the rocks of the highest mountainside, lurking amidst the gloom and waiting for the day to pass. So many things to puzzle over. Alone...

Kain's steel-hard gaze sweeps the cloudy horizon. Great spans of cold, mericless grey fan inward, vaster even than Lunimae's wings. Icy tears are flung to the winds, masking and shrouding, keeping the truth from eye of black and sorrow. The black phantom sighs, leaning on her bonded's gaunt back, staring into the rushes of breathy silence. Well, silence save the sound of snow pattering against what's acumulated, sighing down and collecting. Such a somber noise, yet it is suiting.

Frighteningly so.

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