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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 6:43 pm
She does not watch Ardan struggling with the rings. Instead, Felda kneels beside Synrai and pulls the hood more over the dragon man's face to keep him comfortable and internally calm. There is a strangled yelp as her friend launches himself from across the street to tackle her to the side. Felda struggles slightly and looks up to see the black rings zoom down upon Synrai. She gasps with her eyes widening. Surely the force would kill him! It takes a few seconds for her to realize that the rings, no matter their speed, have seemed to latch on his most dire mobilizing limbs. The timid shepherdess quivers once again against the guard. She watches as the rings shrink down to fit perfectly over Synrai...what is happening to him? He does not appear to be in pain, but then again he is in a deep sleep. Once her friend returns from attempting to free the dragon man.
"Ardan, Synrai...I think...no, he is Silverwing."
The Owlet's eyes harden as he stubbornly hurls more flames at the rings. Soon they begin to move too swiftly though. Ardan decides he cannot keep up with their speed and so he looks to their obvious target. Sir Synrai. Unfortunately Miss Felda is near him, tending to him as usual. If the rings plan on doing any harm then both of them would be in danger. Emitting a cry of determination the helmed young man jumps at Felda and catches her in his arms, moving and settling her to sit beside him to look at the cloaked man now held down by the black circlets. Felda's soft voice produces an absurd sentence. Ardan looks to her sharply.
"What? But that is impossible, Silverwing abandoned Nathoran and our people..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:36 am
{{Hey everyone! Sorry for the extended absence...
crying --guilt trip-- crying
I shall post something soon...}}
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 10:35 am
w e ' r e ¤ f l o a t i n g ¤ i n ¤ t h e ¤ a i r
d a n c i n g ¤ i n ¤ t h e ¤ m i d n i g h t ¤ s k y
Synrai looked about him as the shadowscape twisted again, larger pools of darkness winding their way around him; almost touching his supine form—almost. The land within the Void had a funny way of recognizing sentient beings within its boundaries; always aware of the inhabitants wandering its listless depths—sometimes swallowing up the unwanted. Yet this creature had touched the shadow, was welcome, and so the land let him be, perhaps only to try to scare this dragon-child with sudden shifts and changes.
Synrai’s eyes followed the shadow pools until they disappeared entirely beside him, like a black tide rolling back into the sea. Try as he might he could not remove the ebony rings binding him—and he had little strength to do so anyway. So Synrai laid waiting for the one who had summoned him into the Void, wondering what else was in store and hoping that his comrades had not met the same ill fate.
His thoughts traveled back to the humans who had tried to aid him, their struggle to set him free of his bonds… he had to go back, somehow—he winced as the summoner’s venom seemed to sink deeper into him—if he could…
~~~
Wyvern, having realized he was once again bound by the five black rings, yelled his discomfort for all to hear, but unfortunately the rings were already drawing the hovering dragon into the Void. The land changed from quiet lake to colorless waste in the blink of an eye. The young dragon thought with a pang of regret of Ekanta, who had tried to help him from this trap, and then of Synrai and the others, who were surely fighting something wicked in the distant village…
It was cold here. Icy. Wyvern thought briefly of summoning fire magic to his aid—but this frigidity was quite different from anything felt on the material plane. The Void was gray so that he thought he’d gone colorblind, and the dusty plains writhed beneath him, as if trying to devour him from below—luckily, he was still hovering feet off the ground, in the somewhat safe embrace of the five rings. For the moment. Wyvern ceased his thrashing and looked around for something familiar. A lithe raven-haired form in the distance, bound by the same rings as he.
Synrai.
He met the perplexed blue stare of his brother with a curious regard of his own. How had they gotten here?
“Wyvern…?” Synrai murmured; his voice weak. What had happened? He had never heard the older dragon so sad, but there was an edge in the soft voice that seemed peaceful. There was something different in the cerulean eyes too, as though Synrai were seeing him for the first time…
~~~
Riven vanished into thin air, reappearing over the exciting battle between the summoner and his opponents. It seemed one of his Tainted had come to watch the show as well… Idiot summoner. All he cared for was his plot for revenge against the dragon Silverwing. And now where had he gone off to? Ah, yes. The Void. But there was someone else now… a new target, for Silverwing, it seemed, was flawed—unfit for the purpose the demon lord had in mind. The whelp, who was now with his brother in the abyss. Isolated from the protection of his comrades. Silverwing was weak—if only he could coax Axys from the battle…
But there would be time for that later.
Did he deign to help the summoner? Why bother? Really, all was running smoothly anyway. This scene was quite superfluous anyway—entertainment. He had other plots in mind.
The brilliant white falcon called ominously from above, testing its voice against the wind.
Below, Axys seethed. It had all gone wrong! These dragons weren’t supposed to be here! Silverwing was gone! Why was Shyrion sticking her nose in here? With a shriek of fury Axys raised his staff, forming a glowing shield about himself, which expanded, intent on burning all within range to husks…
a n d ¤ e v e r y o n e ¤ w h o ¤ s e e s ¤ u s
g r e e t s ¤ u s ¤ a s ¤ w e ¤ f l y
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 1:52 am
Tanya whooped with joy as she saw her dragons come floating along right to her. Too excited to wait, she rushed up to hug her dragon, the one she'd chosen as her prize. "Ooh, you're beautiful!" she cried admiringly, small arms squeezing for all they were worth. "The very bestest surprise prize of all, its great I won you! You're a really real dragon aren't you? You'll be the most wonderful pet ever and we're going to play lots of games and have loads of fun and I'll feed you and bathe you and take you out for walks, or maybe flights, and I'm gonna call you Blacky!"
She remembered the other dragon at this point and glanced over at it apologetically. "Sorry, I won't be able to keep you. You're nice too, but I can only have one pet for winning the game, and I chose Blacky coz he's got gummy marshmallow and caramel and his trumpet is the loudest even if he does have lots of sulphur. I'm just borrowing you a while until I can get rid of the unfriendly blackness so it doesn't jangle-jangle you all over and leak the boiled maple syrup. You are a dragon after all, and it didn't seem nice to let the blackness keep being so unfriendly to you. But I'm afraid I'll have to let you go after that since you're not my prize after all." Tanya sounded really regretful. It would have been nice to have two dragons for pets... but that would have been cheating. It was good enough that she got to borrow this one a while so she could fix it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 6:16 am
w e ' r e ¤ f l o a t i n g ¤ i n ¤ t h e ¤ a i r
d a n c i n g ¤ i n ¤ t h e ¤ m i d n i g h t ¤ s k y
“Blacky?” asked Wyvern, still confused. He had been rather surprised to see the small girl within such a desolate place, let alone to be embraced by her. Her next few words vexed him even more, and while Synrai might try to decipher what they might mean, Wyvern merely shook his tousled head as if trying to ward off a pesky fly.
Sorry, I won’t be able to keep you.
Synrai’s eyes widened. What did she mean by that? Whatever game she had won, he obviously hadn’t been chosen. But it seemed Wyvern had. What would she do with the two of them? He tried to drag himself from the shaded rings, but found such movement impossible; especially considering his weakened condition. He stopped abruptly when she said that she would stop the “blackness” from being so “unfriendly.” What manner of child was this? He had been alive for more than a century, and yet there was still so much he had to learn. Dare he speak to her? She seemed a creature of the Void, and yet there was such a wild playfulness about her. Somehow the older dragon seriously doubted she served any dark entity—certainly not Axys. He found she had gained a measure of his trust from that fact.
He sighed, his eyes closing briefly. How desperate he had become…
“I would appreciate any help you could give me,” he said after some thought, and as he gazed at her again, his aching heart beat excitedly. To be whole again! Such strength he hadn’t had for many years… perhaps then he would have the strength to escape this place, the rings holding the both of them steady. But then where would they go? How would they return to Nathoran?
It seemed he would have to put his faith in the child for the time being.
Wyvern glared at the pair of them still puzzling over the situation. He had already tried to free himself once. And this land was unfamiliar. A pet? Was that why he was here? Where would he be taken afterwards…?
~~~
Shyrion, as fast as lightning, quickly leaped into the sky, her tentacles flaring like snakes all around her. She was unscathed from the human’s little tantrum. With light footsteps she stood upon the shadow of a windowsill high above, her feet sticking to the shade as though they were glued there. Her yellow, pupil-less eyes were fixed upon the summoner, her tendril-whips weaving dangerously.
The shadow guards looked to their master, their faces quizzical just before the both of them disappeared into the Void, no longer bent to Axys’ will. The summoner seethed within his dark shield, waiting for the dust to clear…
a n d ¤ e v e r y o n e ¤ w h o ¤ s e e s ¤ u s
g r e e t s ¤ u s ¤ a s ¤ w e ¤ f l y
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 7:33 am
"Yep, Blacky! That'll be your name! Its a cute name, don't you think? I'm calling you Blacky because the first time I saw you, you were wearing your scales and fighting the unfriendly blackness and your scales are also a really pretty black so you're going to be Blacky!" Tanya clapped her hands in excitement before the voice of the other dragon brought her back to reality.
"I would appreciate any help you could give me,”
"Of course!" Tanya was surprised the dragon had even felt it needed to say that. "That's why I borrowed you after all." She twitched her fingers in a beckoning gesture and the rings holding Synrai obediently floated closer, close enough for Tanya to touch him. This she did, frowning slightly in concentration as she looked about to see how much pepperoni, jangling metal-meat and boiled maple syrup there was. The answer? A lot.
Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything about those. The dragon's own flutes and lemons would have to sort those out. What Tanya could do was sort out the blackness making all that clanging, clashing, jangling stuff that so totally messed up the dragon's honey ash.
Hmm... the blackness had wound around and through and into the dragon so deeply that there was no chance she could get rid of all of it in a single session. Never mind, she'd already figured on the blackness being stubborn from having been rooted in the dragon so long. Just a quick patch then, to at least stop it jangling the dragon even more.
Tanya's eyes pulsed obsidian as the swirling shadows of the Void came to her call. They flocked to her outstretched hand and dissolved into her palm. Only a little darkness, only some of the shadows. Tanya didn't need that much from such strong blackness as there was in the Void.
The shadows emerged again from her other palm, the one still resting on Synrai's flank. Showing her hand as a black outline for one brief instant, it then went into the dragon and set about merging with the unfriendly blackness, coursing where it coursed and winding where it wound. It would act as a kind of shield, a glass barrier to stop the unfriendly blackness from sinking any further or producing any more jangliness. It had strict orders not be jangly itself. Tanya sat back, well pleased with her work though it would take much longer before she could even persuade the unfriendly blackness to stop being quite so unfriendly, let alone completely get rid of it.
"Alrighty then!" Tanya said cheerfully, her eyes completely back to normal once again. "My blackness is keeping an eye on the unfriendly blackness to make sure it doesn't make any more clashy, clanginess with your honey ash pianos, but it'll be a while before I can pull it out entire. Your unfriendly blackness I mean, not your pianos, I would never even think of messing with those," she assured the dragon with all seriousness. "I'll fix and do up as much of it as I can later on, but it'll probably take a few sessions and right now I can't afford to get wiped."
Tanya explained her reasons very earnestly so as the dragon would understand. "There's this funnel game you see, I made it up coz I can swirly-whirly-twirly but Miss Shyrion thought it was a really good idea so it got to be a game and we're going to play it later with one of Shyrion's friends and its gonna be really really fun!" The little girl's eyes shone at the thought of how fun it'd be and the words practically tumbling from her lips in her excitement.
"Its gonna be the best game ever and I'm going to do a whole lot of swirly-whirly-twirlying with Shyrion's super-strong blackness which is really cool and'll be even cooler after I'm done with it and we're gonna be having the mostest wonderfullest fun! So you see I really can't let myself be too tired now or I won't be able to play the games later. But don't worry," Tanya added "You'll be ok now for a long time and I'll make you even more ok before bedtime."
((In other words, Synrai's condition is stable and Tanya'll be working to improve it bit by bit... but only after she'd had her fun and games. mrgreen ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 8:40 am
w e ' r e ¤ f l o a t i n g ¤ i n ¤ t h e ¤ a i r
d a n c i n g ¤ i n ¤ t h e ¤ m i d n i g h t ¤ s k y
Synrai felt relief as Tanya’s darkness curbed the venom within him; much like the binding that the summoner had loosed from him hours earlier, except that he could still see. The older dragon found it slightly unnerving that the girl’s eyes changed like that—a seeming child, who could manipulate shadows as easily as he himself used his elemental powers. He considered calling for those now, but the girl had said she could not remove the poison entirely until later—at least, that’s what he got out of the message.
Pianos and honey… how strange…
She was going to play a game with a certain Shyrion. Synrai wondered who that might be; the name had a familiar ring to it. It seemed, in any case, that she had mended him for the moment. But bound as he was, Synrai could not move, nor did he have any idea about what was going on. Nevertheless, he was grateful for her help; had he been left there on Nathoran, he surely would have died. This in mind, the dragon smiled and thanked her.
Wyvern watched suspended in mid-air. It seemed whatever had been wrong with Synrai was better than before. That’s good. But what’s she planning? He shifted uncomfortably in the rings. I feel like a pet dog! That was what she had in mind, right? He thought distantly of complaining, but given the fact that she was helping to heal Synrai, he decided to be more polite. What if he said something that angered her, and she decided not to help him? Better be quiet… Synrai always warned me about thinking before I open my mouth…
((Yayzor! I think Shyrion's ready to go… the two dragons will probably just sit there and talk while she’s gone, cuz they can’t get out of the ringies. rofl )) a n d ¤ e v e r y o n e ¤ w h o ¤ s e e s ¤ u s
g r e e t s ¤ u s ¤ a s ¤ w e ¤ f l y
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 6:28 pm
Link frowned and with a great pulse of her wings took to hovering in the sky. Her arm continued to throb and bleed but this concern was pushed to the back of her mind. She watched the summoner closely, planning her next move, awaiting another attack. She was beginning to feel as if the battle was no longer just between the two of them.
Ekanta tried despratedly to keep hold on Wyvern but whatever was pulling him away was too strong, and before she kew it he had vanished. She was left tired and bewildered in the lake.
"No . . . no no, where'd he go?!" She murmured to herself frantically. What happened? Why was he gone?
Wait! The other dragons! She had to find them and tell them what had happened. Would they know what was going on? Doubtful . . . but she had to tell them anyways. Summoning as much energy as she could she chaned to earth-walking form making sure it would last as long as possible. This would drain her of her magic for quite a long time, but it was needed.
Stumbling from the lake as her fins shrank back and clothing adorned her she ran back for the village. When she got there it was mayhem.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 9:42 pm
((Wooooohooooo!!!!! Funnel game! Funnel game! Oh yeah!))
"Eh, no need for thanks, I couldn't let the blackness keep being so unfriendly to you after all." Tanya smiled brilliantly at Synrai then turned her attention to Blacky. "I'm going off now to play the funnel game, but don't worry, I'll be back soon and then we can have fun! Be good and stay, alright? I'll be back in a jiffy!"
And with that, Tanya stepped through the portal where it seemed some giant explosion had just finished happening, and gave a cheerful wave to where she could see Shyrion on the shadow of a high window sill. "Hey, Shyrion! I got the bluey-black dragon with the unfriendly blackness and the gummy marshmallow dragon for my pet! The bluey-black dragon'll be ok now and I'm calling my pet Blacky!"
((P.S. Tanya left the portal open so the dragons wouldn't get bored and can watch all the action. She did however tell the dragons to stay, and therefore the shadow rings will remain perfectly immobile so the dragons won't be able to go through the portal themselves.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 6:35 am
w e ' r e ¤ f l o a t i n g ¤ i n ¤ t h e ¤ a i r
d a n c i n g ¤ i n ¤ t h e ¤ m i d n i g h t ¤ s k y
Shyrion watched interestedly from her perch on the wall as Tanya exited the portal. A devilish grin twisted her lips and her yellow eyes glimmered excitedly. Looks like it was time!
"Good good!" she crowed, slipping into the darkness again to re-emerge beside the child. "Blacky, eh?" - her yellow eyes swept over the portal where the two dragons sat watching - "What a lovely name! And you've done a wonderful thing helping the other dragon." Another thorn in that human's side. It seemed that Tanya had bound them well enough; this meant that she wouldn't have to deal with any problems Tanya's new pet might cause - like escape.
As Axys looked towards the newcomer from within his shield, Shyrion waved over at him happily. "This is my friend, Axys Mordaen. Her name is Tanya." The summoner looked at the child quizzically, knowing what Shyrion had in mind, but wondering how on earth such a small creature could pose any threat to him. He looked from the girl's grinning face to the smirking visage of the tentacled Tainted beside her. "We're going to play a game, see? And the game is, whose powers are stronger? Yours and your bonded, or mine and my friend's?" The summoner's pale green eyes flashed dangerously as he smirked.
"A game, hm?" he replied. "Fool! The Dark One is my ally; what hope have you in defeating him? We will crush you and these dragons!"
Shyrion laughed, a wicked cackle that echoed throughout the battleground.
"I notice he hasn't deigned to come to your aid as of yet, Master Summoner, else these dragons would already be dead! He is watching, and we will play... but you play alone, human." She saw with some satisfaction that his confident glare had faltered and for a moment she wondered why Lord Riven hadn't done away with these dragons yet, but then who was she to question the demon lord?
Her steely gaze softened as she addressed the girl. "Ready, then?"
Summoning her reserves of dark energy, she prepared to pass it to Tanya...
((*yawn* Wow it's early.... shall post again later. xd )) a n d ¤ e v e r y o n e ¤ w h o ¤ s e e s ¤ u s
g r e e t s ¤ u s ¤ a s ¤ w e ¤ f l y
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 12:56 pm
Leitha watched on as conversation went on between the dark presenced people. The thought of eradicating dragons frightened her. What if her cover was blown that she was a dragon? She purposefully used fire in the battle because Axys seemed to not want to hurt humans. What if she had to use other magic to survive? That would definetly would show her heritage.
The young brunette shifted her bo staff from one hand to the other nervously. They hadn't seemed to take care she was around just yet, but that could change. Moving slowly, she tapped the bo staff on the ground, taking in the vibrations to make a picture in her mind of her surroundings. She wanted an escape route if need be.
((Very much guessing here. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 3:05 pm
Quote: "This is my friend, Axys Mordaen. Her name is Tanya." Tanya prepared to cheerfully greet Shyrion's friend, the one she assumed they'd be playing the funnel game against. Then, as she looked at him, a shock of recognition went through her. He felt like the unfriendly blackness! He was the one who'd made the bad shadow dragon and stuck the unfriendly blackness in the bluey-black dragon. That was... not nice of him. Dragons were big, and beautiful, and cool. It wasn't nice for anybody to mess them up. And to use Tanya's friend, darkness, to do it... Tanya's shook her head and scowled fiercely. "You're a mean person!" The words burst out of her mouth, directed at Axys. "That poor shadow dragon was so messed up it didn't even know who its friends were anymore and I had to remind it to be friendly again! And its going to take me ages to fix up all the unfriendly blackness you slopped around the bluey-black dragon with the marble wall taste. I don't like you and I'm glad we'll be kicking your butt!" Tanya set herself, legs slightly apart and firmly planted on the ground, arms hanging loose and torso slightly crouched. She looked like she was preparing to withstand a typhoon. Tanya nodded grimly, once, twice. "Ready Shyrion!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:22 am
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Axys’ upper lip curled in dislike as he listened to Tanya’s challenge. His ears caught the phrase bluey-black dragon… that meant Silverwing! He couldn’t let the dragon be healed... if only he'd finished the job...
“Traitors!” shrieked an angry Axys to the girl and to Shyrion herself. “You would ally yourself with them?” He gestured towards the group of dragons. “The Dark One will not be pleased.”
"Haven't you been listening? My allegiance lies against you, human. Now stop babbling on and prepare yourself." Axys smiled dangerously.
"As you wish."
The summoner seemed to focus his energies for a moment within his glimmering shield, reaching for the power that was meant to be his… a gift from the Dark One. He reached a barrier there, rock hard, and struggled against it. High above, the white falcon crowed, and Axys felt the barrier relent allowing the darkness he needed to seep through. With that strand in hand, he reached for another, quite different, though no less powerful. He felt other strands nearby, Ice, Lightning, Earth, Wind… but they were beyond his reach. Fire he melded within the darkness, so that the two were closer than ever before. The white falcon crowed again, and the two joined into one; for it was the power of Riven to twist the powers of light, as he had done so long ago in creation of the Runes.
Into this melded power, Axys wove Runes, his hands moving quickly in various intricate shapes, his eyes closed as if in prayer. Protection, Deception, Summoning, Metamorphosis. From the dark depths of the Void it came, a colossal serpentine form made of black flame; hundreds of fiery wings running along its skeletal length, seven vipers’ heads. The area grew quiet, faces and sounds slowed and stretched, and suddenly the summoner vanished, his staff still within the shield clattered to the ground. And then the beast erupted from the earth where it laid, the seven ribbed necks curling back, ready to strike. The centermost skeletal head held a green glow in its empty eye sockets. Immediately, two of the heads went for Reyen and Leitha, while another lashed out at Link. The four remaining turned their attention to Shyrion and Tanya.
“Impressive,” remarked Shyrion, and at that moment, she took the roiling darkness within her and simply passed it to Tanya…
a n d ¤ e v e r y o n e ¤ w h o ¤ s e e s ¤ u s
g r e e t s ¤ u s ¤ a s ¤ w e ¤ f l y
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:38 am
Leitha didn't know what was coming at her, but that didn't mean she couldn't fight it. Raising her bo staff up, the head slammed into it causing the young dragon to slide back a few feet. She ground her teeth as her arms strained to fend off the blow. Then with all her might, she whipped the bo staff forward, yelling as she shot the head back the way it came.
Breathing heavily, Leitha leaned on her bo staff to catch her breath. She stood straight with a grunt. Holding her bo staff with one hand, she stances herself for the next attack.
Slowly, a red glow comes from her pack. The heat reaches her skin, alerting her of its presense. A frown crosses her brow. It won't hurt, I guess, she figures. She took the red stone amulet out of the pack and placed it at the tip of her bo staff, the end that was away from her. The red stone sunk into the metal with a hiss. Leitha expertly twisted the bo staff in her hand. A flame swirl came out of the stone. Taking her stance again, she glared at the opposition.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 11:10 am
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The viper head, reeling back at Leitha’s blow, eyed the bo staff warily. It seemed to consider something for a moment before lowering itself once more. The eye sockets began to glow a faint white, staring into the dragon’s eyes; willing her to look back.
Be still, it commanded. Relinquish your weapon, young one…
But something was wrong… it did not know that Leitha could not see. With an angry hiss, the serpent drew back, opening its jaws wide and showing ragged teeth, and two thin black fangs. A jet black blast of flame shot from its open maw so that the girl was imprisoned in a circle of leaping fire, and the beast drew back once again to strike...
a n d ¤ e v e r y o n e ¤ w h o ¤ s e e s ¤ u s
g r e e t s ¤ u s ¤ a s ¤ w e ¤ f l y
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