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Merci d'Rue Babbling Loony

Joined: 18 Jan 2006 Posts: 2810
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:55 pm Post subject: The Gift |
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She had always, eagerly and easily come to this pit The Cabal new her face, and her wings, and they paid her no heed as she passed the quietness of blackrock keep.
Willow and Tyranis had shown her the open pits of lava that lead to the heart of the volcano. There were so many secrets here..under the feluccan moon and Reine kept them.
The moisture of this jungle heat was hard to bare, she loved only the dry burning fire, and moisture was a contradictive to that. The soft scales of her skin combating most of it but she loathed the cooling affect it had on her as the wind passed thru the trees. Angrily she padded thru the hot muck of the tropical climate.
She had tried to fly, but she had to stay low to the ground, she didnt want to be an open target in the sky. Of course this meant her wings constantly caught upon many tree branches, she had settled herself in for the walk. Fire island was a wondrous place, bubbling lava was rich and intoxicating, but there was one opening in particular she wanted.
Her eyes grew dark and black and they mirrored the eyes of the abyss as they rippled with unknown intensity, her vision changing as she dove into the warmth of this pit. Her body felt reborn every time she flew thru this fiery inferno.
In the deep catacombs of the volcano she had seen something long ago, a gift that was unlike any other she had seen. climbing out of one of the Magma pools she found the item once more, and laid claim to it. The dark tunnel a precursor to the item it held. She was surprised at teh ease with which she took it, no aversion, no magical spells blocking her attempt.
She arrived at the barracks, her clothing burnt and tattered and quickly donned a new outfit. Willow was out and she quietly crept up to Willows bedchamber. Stepping over piles of books, weapons, clothing and armour she made her way to the bed and laid her precious gift.
For all you have given me Willow, this token can not compare...On the pillow she laid the Obsidian rose...from the heart of the volcano..may its beauty last forever in your eyes.. _________________ May destiny guide you... |
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