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Sinylene Arabana · Adventurer Joined: 20 Jul 2006 Posts: 53

The sleek black cat sat at the bank, carefully grooming her fur. Another cat wandered up and meowed laying down next to her. She paid it no mind as she meticulously groomed a paw.

She didnt even move when a dark Skulled man reached down and picked up the cat next to her, dangling it in mid air and with a quick motion, killing it.

She put down her paw and looked up at the tall figure in front of her her golden eyes daring him to do the same to her. He smirked as he stared down at the small black cat its fur shining.

With a wave of her paw she transformed a beautiful woman erupting in the air in front of him. She pushed her delicate curls away from her lovely face with a fragile hand. He knew the manuever well. Aryanna, he spoke and she smiled at him.

Good Day Captain. She was on a mission this day, not one for Lady Imyrr but one for herself. I wish to draw you Shadow, will you come with me and indulge my curiousity? He stared at her and a hesitant sigh came from him, very well, I will indulge you.
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Carefully she sat the bottle of red ink before her, and pulled out her quill. Hanging a large blank scroll on the wall he stared at her quizzically.
How can you draw with it over there? You will see, she began writing in the tablet in front of her and he spoke loudly and rudely.

That is not drawing that is writing what are you....

He turned his head as he saw slowly an image appear on the parchment hanging on the wall, he stared transfixed...

NOT Malorn · Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 12:21 pm Post subject:

The portrait, if it could be adequately described as such, danced before him, the image shifting constantly with his thoughts, his desires and pain.

A woman crept in and out, looming always in his mind, a reminder...

Aryanna had kissed him, and not pointlessly. His mind welled. A million thoughts all at once, the picture illumianting not one for more than an instant. He could barely even tell what it was.

It will show you whatever you wish... But what does he wish?

His mind danced sweetly then over the kiss, knowing not why. He knew what he should do, and it didn't include lulling over a woman, for all they were good for, he may as well simply attack himself this time.

Afterall, she knew what he was now, could that be trusted?

Shaking his head he passed the portrait away, stealing one last fleeting glance at the image, as Aryanna danced over his left shoulder, Daeynaries over his right, and pain panged his heart, and fear for all to come.