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Subject: ×onyx× Author: Onyx Oblivion [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:49:22 02/03/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 63.225.214.46 Malicious obsidian makes premiere appearance to lands called Nerezza, seeing only a few others. P'rhaps here she would stay for a time... dial lifts as surroundings are surveyed. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: ][ beginning II ][ Author: Détruisent [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:39:45 02/04/02 Mon Author Host/IP: 64.12.101.167 Gloom. Whiskered muzzle trembles as onyx hooves pause the dark one, gaze shifting 'round her. An outraged snort poisons the night, Détruisent starts forth with a lurch. Distant walk bringing him t'ward the lady, determination and disturbance the contours of each step. Gaze of hidden meaning threatens she, within fair distance he speaks, giving no meaning to silence nor preliminaries. "What brings you here? If your blind eyes see not that this is claimed terrain, beg mercy of me. Else, your stubborn heart knows and ignores, I ask again, what reason have you here?" His words he meant not, for the heart of he dispaired o'er the disposition of his, now, Stovati. What selfish joy withstood that smothering flame of ebon was now alive, a dynasty within his dreams was falling into power. Perhaps the mare knew, or fate led her footsteps to this place, to become a cornerstone of power. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: ×fate?× Author: Onyx [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:04:18 02/05/02 Tue Author Host/IP: 63.225.214.46 'Twas the gloom which had beckoned her here, for one of light and love she was not. Perhaps, fate made an appearance, but if it was so, it was by no means of her own. It is said that power works in mysterious ways. Any fool might see these lands as claimed, and as to my reason, I have none. These words, masked in defiance, were perhaps a challenge, perhaps, an opportunity. Ebon optics spark with audacity and turmoil... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: ][ consonance ][ Author: Détruisent [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:24:03 02/10/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 205.188.193.27 Détruisent breathed in consonance, raven deduction scorning 'pon her ebon frame. "Those hooves are weary on no intendment, only a fool would trek upon mountains with unfound ambition. Does she conspire.. direction shall find her? " He laughs, again ebon optics meeting her own in challenge. " Welcome to hell Milady. Is that your destination? No fault of mine is this absence of reason, and the lady shall not leave without purpose of one. " Placid abhor flickered in pleasantry at the plea sung behind him. Détruisent turned from the company without a word, walking to Stovati. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: ×p'rhaps× Author: Onyx Oblivion [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:28:45 02/10/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 63.225.214.46 Raven optics send glare t'ward retreating other, challenge met. Goings-on with t'other bruja are watched in silent disinterest, nails treading lightly 'pon gloomy terra. ~No destination 't all is needed, is it? Call it what you wish.~ [ Post a Reply to This Message ]