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Digitalis
09/28/2001 8:03 PM

OOC: Here's my attempt at a semi-horror storyline. Nightshade isn't exactly a dragon, as you'll find out if you read on. She's actually... well... you'll see. IC:

Nightshade padded through the lush forest where she made her lair. Her sleek ebony skin rippled over her bulging muscles like cool velvet, shimmering in the fading light. It was dusk, and the first stars were beginning to come out. Just the way she liked it.

The people in the nearby villages called her L' Draig Coch- "The Red Dragon"- because her fur was often stained crimson from the blood of her prey. But in actuality, Shade was neither red nor a dragon like any on Ansalon- though she supposed she was of their type. Stretching so that her golden spots shimmered in the rich semidarkness, she unfurled her long feathered wings with an audible crack. They, like Shade's body, were black, with reddish-gold tips, and spanned 36 feet or more from wingtip to wingtip. Shade smiled, the expression strange on her inhuman face. Unlike the giant monsters of the mountains, Nightshade had no scales- only smooth skin and silky fur- so that smiling was easier for her almost feline face to manipulate (though her muzzle was distinctly dragonish). She trned her bronze-hued eyes to the moon, seeming so alone up there without Lunitari, Solinari and Nuitari to keep it company. The slashes of gold behind her eyes, like war paint, glinted as though she herself was gilded in the wash of silver. Bunching her hindquarters, the predator took to the air.

Her mighty wings powered her through the now-dark night sky. She turned her face towards the village below, where the lights of the houses gleamed like tiny stars. As her shadow passed over the lights, they dimmed as though aware of her presence. She alighted in the empty streets, prowling to and fro. Her ivory talons rasped on the stone, throwing glimmering sparks into the air. Nightshade lowered her head and exhaled, smiling as the silver, clinging fog of her breath pooled over the streets. As it touched vegitation, it went rigid as though turned to stone, then rapidly died until only tiny heaps of green littered the cracks in the stone. The night-dragon looked up and down the rows of houses, reen-gold eyes taking in the view. Whom would die tonight? There were only a handful of villagers left; soon she would have to choose a new location, a new dwelling to haunt. Nightshade shook her head. She would leave the villagers be. Humans were dry and tasteless. She required a delicacy tonight. Slowly, a thought dawned in her head and she smiled wider, exposing her sharp white teeth. Flaring her wings once more, the Champion of Night headed for Silvanesti.

Mirror
09/29/2001 3:59 AM

Epiphany walked through her garden and stopped to enhale the sent of a large mooflower. She sighed as she exhaled the sweet aroma and looked up at the single moon. Her almond shaped eyes glinted as the stars above her twinkled. She could not get used to these strabge constelations, no matter how hard she tried. She missed seeing the astral countaparts of Paladine and Tahkisis battling with Gilean in between, ensuring the balance.
A slight breeze bagan to pick up as she stared at the heaven, whispeing her long black hair around her shoulders. "Something is afoot this night" she whispered to herself, in her native Silvanesti and waited to see what would present itself...........Ray: It looks like a giant Jello mould!!
Winston: I hate Jello!
Venkman: Ah c'mon guys, there's always room for Jello!!!!!!
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