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Toren Smythe Seasoned Veteran

Joined: 20 Dec 2006 Posts: 478
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 3:48 pm Post subject: The Size of a Heart |
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Quote: | “I have something to ask of you all…” |
The words echoed in the back of his head as he stared at his collection encased in the ice water.
Quote: | “I need some blood… your blood.” |
He addressed the cabalists again and again in his mind, remembering all how the blood flowed from their wrists… and most beautifully, Nightshade’s neck. It was unraveling marvelously!
Quote: | He watched the blood drain quickly from the bird’s neck as he dangled it upside down. |
His mind raced.
Quote: | “The test is done, and it’s true Wisteria.” |
She was indeed, and another piece slipped perfectly into place.
Quote: | Cear stepped casually past all manner of beast and vermin, the control tower coming into sight. |
The blood, the rune, the rock, all was had which needed having. He was ready, he now needed only help implanting it all. He had faith in the cabalists. A laugh overtook him, something of a bright and chipper cackle, and he stared at the stone in his hand. One pound would be plenty.
Quote: | The size of a heart. |
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NightShade Lore Master

Joined: 11 Nov 2005 Posts: 1152
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:08 pm Post subject: The size of her heart the gift of renewal... |
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Wisteria stood awkwardly watching him destroy and maim the beautiful creature. A note of discord fell within her. Something wasnt right, she felt almost, used..
The gorgeous plume clutched tightly in her hand she felt almost as if she and the pheonix were one, she held the dead bird close sobbing softly.
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Verywell Toren you have my blessing, and Nightshades head tilted, the vampire giving of her own blood, the whiteness of her neck illuminated in the dark tower, he cut into her neck his admiration clear, the blood flowing freely forth. She felt a bit faint it was a good deal of her blood, but he needed it. One by one all the Cabalists gave, their blood would be his blood, they were all sisters, brothers, of a cause united. Even Cear gave freely a rare and silent moment....
They would see their creation done, the will of Xorinia..
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She stood, the vessel, watching nervously as Cear performed the tests, burning the blood, using centrifuge upon it. So much seemed to ride upon these tests more than even she knew. With great care he looked upon the two samples, the phoenix blood next to Wisteria's own. She prayed that Jonathan Strathmore was a liar, she prayed that the experiments had not been sucessful. Yet Nightshade existed...somehow death had been turned to life.
The tests are complete Wisteria, it is so, there is a high concentration of phoenix blood amongst your own...
So she had indeed not survived the fire...to die a thousand deaths...the pain scorched her.
She began to laugh, she laughed hard and long the hysteria overcoming her, her insanity driving her. She could feel Torens eyes burning upon her she could sense triumph spilling from him in ethereal waves. He wanted this, Why? _________________ Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence... |
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