Date Posted:11:38:25 11/29/03 Sat Author: <font color="navy"> Winded Spark </font> Subject: Blood Unseen Is Blood Unshed In reply to:
Only Time
's message, "~*Time will Tell" on 11:36:44 11/29/03 Sat
You act so willing, but your body drips with fear. The way you curl up and show your throat is more disgusting then pleasing, give it up babe, your life isn't that hard so don't pretend that it is. Scars, I doubt if you'll even inflict that. Scars don't make the memory sweetheart, the essence of the battle itself is what leaves the reminder, and your case, it'll be miniscule in my little black book.
With dawn far in the wake of eve it was inevitable that first light would look upon the body of a lost and demoted young fae. Her lack of skill was nothing compared to the simple ignorance that she posessed, an equss of any worth to this world would have backed down by now, or at least declared herself primitive to the hell-sung duo. Little note is taken as the opponents defensive stance is taken up, spark had already found the flaw in that, and she had no doubt that Liberty saw it to. Mental preparation wasn't going to be much use to "Time" if she didn't know what to look for, and it was obvious that she didn't. A silent note is drafted from Spark's gullet in the direction of the black Raven opposite her, meant only to taunt "Time" it had no real meaning except to frustrate her and make her realize that there were, in fact, two individuals that were doubling down upon her.
Feel that, Time? Hear it? Listen well. Your hearts pumping so loud it drowns out the crickets in my ears, your screams echo through the trees as though already being produced. Watch while you can, Time. Feel while you can, count your breaths and pray to a savior that'll meet and greet you soon.
clenching muscles seeth with agony as Winded's haunches draw back even further and a detectable "spring" is added into her every whistful step, each lasting only a moment and connecting with the soil in even less. As her circular path brings her 'round to the rump of her awaiting victim a release of the tension is finally called upon, without hesitation Spark's chassis is air-borne and missiled directly into the position of her choosen spot of attack. Jaws that were originally sculpted for merely sawing vegatation now seeth and writh for need of flesh to mangle, it wouldn't have been the least bit possible for Time to have reacted so quickly and if she did, Liberty would be poised and at the ready should she turn her back. The flamed banshee glides back from atmosphere to terrain with ease and initiates a pivot upon contact with the ground. Her talons are in full locomote once again in their usual circular pattern within only milli-seconds of landing as the Cobra looks on to regard her handy work and the result of which it would bring.
