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Date Posted: 13:57:38 05/11/02 Sat
Author: Aswad
Author Host/IP: 64.12.104.49
Subject: . appearance .
In reply to: fate & destiny 's message, ".turtle.shell." on 20:01:28 04/14/02 Sun

The terra is peaceful, and yet suddenly the birds are frightened into silence. What is that? A black blur, growing steadily less blurry. At first it appears to be a winged horse, yet as the shape becomes clearer, it seems that 'tis not this. What winged horse would have fangs? Batlike wings, understandable for one who is evil, but - there is something terribly wrong with his feet! Claws, 'stead of hooves. And soon he is standing there, orbs scanning the scene, wandering o'er it like a pair of restless travelers - and then coming to rest 'pon the turtleshell b'fore him. And this does not answer his question, for 't could be a trap. Claws flex, digging small furrows in the earth 'neath him, then carry him forthwards. Whether this turtleshell be friend or foe, he is ready. Orbs scan it, until cautiously, foreleg lifts, and claws turn it over. Orbs fall 'pon the Chopra Spiral, and cautiously, foreleg paws it from the turtleshell. A treasure? Indeed, 'tis! Power of the object is sensed, as it falls within reach of hind claws. Left hind pickes it up, and steed wonders if he can get to his territory Sharmishta the same way he arrived here. Sure enough, the moment he thinks of it, he is once more a blurry black shape, and then is gone.

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