| Subject: ..::.+.::..Just Like A Pill..::.+.::.. |
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Ethra'Kaal
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Date Posted: 19:02:03 07/23/02 Tue
In reply to:
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's message, "[Outsider]" on 10:05:05 07/23/02 Tue
..::.+.::..
..J.u.s.t..L.i.k.e..A..P.i.l.l..
Finally, within the affections o' his Sire he took them all with a sneer. A sneer that concealed his true pleasures, he payed totally no notice to Jeispera. She was smart, but so was he. He shan't ever allow her her unlikely dream. She was hybrid, hybrids do not rule..
Damn, another new feeling. This time a mixture. Confusion, concern and worry the prominant emotions stirred into the concoction. Spurred by his Father's advanced illness. Poor dragon, t'was true. Some may see it as arrogance, maybe most of it was. But the young drake knew his Sire had honor within him. A great respect he held for himself and his domicile. Also stubborness, never allowing anything o' his glory, glory in any form, to die. Nor would he..
..::Father?::..
Ebon son o' he emits a shrill bellow t'ward the Cloud. He held the most hate for that dracling. More than he felt t'ward Jeispera, how could it be? A dragon born of the Shadowlord's blood, yet he had no Shadowblood in him whatsoever. The poor ebon inched closer to his Sire's face, wishing he knew more of his ailment. Feeling his magic drained from him, he knew this much. Praying he didn't posses anything else..
Seeing the odd bond b'tween Jeispera and Xephyr made him think o' Onyxsablet. He wondered where his twin was while their Father lay here half-helpless...
..::.+.::..
"For in and out, above, about, below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go."
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