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The reflection of life
Posted Jun 6, 2000 7:51 AM
+He sits deep within the hallow chambers of wood and stone...his musing over but one this eve....he exhales an uneeded breath as if to clerify the moment...+
+His fingures rotate counter clockwise as an orb of darkness appears in his slender hand...his eyes gazing deep into the black crystel....penetraiting any scying wards yet not checking for wards of any kind..as if he wanted Ghaleon to know he was being watched....+
+The nightlord muses over this one for what seems the longest time....his black eyes flicker for the briefest moments....the cloaked elf knowing the time draws near for he and Ghaleon to speak...but he shall bide his time for now...content to wait within the darkness he so lovingly calls home...the very same essence that clings to him like a child to a mother...never wanting to let him go from its dark embrace....+
+The only sounds that eminate from deep within the catacombs of night are the sweet songs of his children as they dance to the meloncholly tune of midnight...a macabre of true night becoming a splended thing to a heart such as his.....= |
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