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 Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:55 pm
"If all we ever do is hate the ones we love, and all we ever want is what we can only dream of... Then all we'll ever see is what can never be, and all I will lament is that you should be here with me."
Melody crooned the half-formed song, her voice lilting and sweet, sorrowful and shadowed. She was Melody -dark though it may be- Dream-Child of the Fayth.
It was interesting to be in this land, so far from her home. She had not yet found the pride her brother called his own, but instead had made several acquaintences amongst the lions of the land. Friends, even.
Melody had not had any friends in the void.. It was, different. Nicely so. With a tempting smile she moved to a gentle trot, wings folding to her back. The feathers she had shed floated around her, forever caught in the nebulous swirl of her song.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 4:02 pm
A haunting song pierced the ears of a sleeping fire cat. Her body gently tingled and shook at the soothing notes. It was strange familiar to her, and yet completely different. It was more alluring...more sorrowful...and definitely more feminine. Forcing her eyes open, Diera, one female of Lord Aveshar's harem and lead huntress of the Twisted Kingdom, arose from her resting place. She turned and quickly trotted toward the noise, the song still ringing in her ears. As her flames licked at her fur and the ground, she sought out the haunting siren until she found the figure wandering. Feathers surrounded the singer as the flames surrounded Diera. Interested, she opened her maw and roared toward the loner in acknowledgment. As her call disturbed the song, Diera stared down at the other female, flames licking all over burning the very ground she stood upon.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 3:00 pm
Melody stiffened at the sound of a strange roar, the delicate tune of her song melting away. She pinned her ears for a moment, then moved forward, catching sight of the lioness. The scent of burning things assailed her nostrils, making her tilt her head in silent question.
The ground at the lioness's feet was charred, though the flames did not seem to touch her. The dark scent of the Dark Fayth was easily recognized, his darkness much like her own. A pet of her brother's get?
"Greetings." Melody murmured as she moved close enough to speak to the other without shouting. "I am Melody."
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 6:47 pm
Diera stared over at the dark songstress, her tail flicking lightly. "I am Diera, Lead Huntress of Twisted Kingdom and faithful follower of Aveshar, the Dark Fayth." Her flames gently licked at the grasses around her. She stepped forward a little, her blue eyes studying the winged female. "Your song...reminds me of the Dark Fayth..do you know of him?" Her eyes held a certain curiosity about them, her claws scratching at the charred grasses revealing the dirt below.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 12:55 pm
Melody canted her head to one side as she listened, perking at the names the young huntress offered up. Aveshar, hmmm? So that was the name of her darling nephew?
A flittering image, shadows and and shapes... A black male, snarling in rage and pain. Eyes blazing like lightning in the darkness. Aveshar. The Dark Fayth.
"Ahh, is that the name of my Nephew?" Melody crooned, smiling slightly. "Yes, I know of the Dark Fayth, son of Ballad and Whistle... Well met, Diera of the Twisted Kingdom, and do convey my greetings to your King. I will be visiting soon enough to pass them on myself, but it never hurts for the word to come before..."
"How does one come into the Dark Fayth's good-graces, so much so as to become the Lead Huntress? I have heard many whispers of him, and none center around his mercy or good temper."
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