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Date Posted: 16:12:05 04/10/03 Thu
Author: Crimson
Subject: ..::The Red::..
The femme padded up the steep mountain, into the wind, straining not to fall back. Jerking sharply to the right, she enters an almost invisible cave. Panting heavily, she pads farther in, shaking her fur out, her claws clicking and echoing on the ice. Silver-blue eyes narrow with cold rage and she stops upon reaching a huge open cavern. . .filled with something. . .that wasn't supposed to be there.
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>>shadows<< -- Rensalius, 18:22:58 04/10/03 Thu
>>once jet black male walks up the mountain, muscles straining. he was getting too old for this. gray streaked his pelt and his muzzle was snowy. he's close to the top, near the cave that he could not see. blinking against the harsh wind, his hind paw slips on a loose stone. swiftly sliding backwards, he digs ebony claws into the ground, screeching on stone. slowly coming to a stop, he begins to climb again. passing over the white trails his claws made, he reaches the cave. turning his head, he jumped. he'd have missed it if he hadn't looked. he walks slowly in, hackles on end. something was wrong, that he knew. he'd been a normal, aging wolf. now, he's mate was a wolf that could cross worlds and fight demons. oi... things changed<<
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..::The Red::.. -- Crimson, 14:59:04 04/11/03 Fri
She growls softly. Yeah yeah, I know I told you to come. Sighing, she begins to pace. Look. . .you know what I am. So fix it. Make me age. . .I'm sick of seeing others die. . .let me die too. Her voice was thick with bitterness. Just let me die.
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>>shadows<< -- Rensalius, 12:39:36 04/12/03 Sat
>>he starts, his hackles lowering. what was she talking about? he wasn't dead yet. was she even talking to him? he shooks his head, trying to clear his thoughts. he steps a few steps forward, nails clicking quietly on the ice. what was that in the shadows, just there? or was it over there? was it anywhere? or everywhere? his head ached as he tried to sort his jumbled thoughts<<
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-Deep Dark- -- Daimonicus, 15:51:22 04/12/03 Sat
The shadows drew together, solidifying into a massive creature. . .a red-eyed black dragon. The beast's voice rumbled out, shaking the cavern. So you want to die now wolf? What happened to that young spunky thing that came and challenged me for eternal life with her sister? What happened to that one? The dark beast laughed, eyes glinting.
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>>shadows<< -- Rensalius, 13:27:28 04/13/03 Sun
>>while his dark eyes widen in wonder and horror, the male stands his ground. an impossible battle it seemed, a wolf or two against a dragon that might not even be a dragon. the ebony wolf, mortal as always, knew that he could die. he wasn't afraid for himself, but for his family. they were what he lived for. and would die for, if need be<<
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