(ooc: Oh god Mistral I just read the vision again. It's so sad! [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] I can just see the poor little pup. What's gonna happen to him Mistral? And he's so small and cute and ooohhhh... He needs a name! HOLY HAND GRENADE I'VE FOUND IT! It fits perfect with the vision too!
Zared means ambush! Awww! Come 'ere Zaree, let me give you a hug... Wait... He dosen't exist yet. Oh darn. ~Looks around for Deiter~ We need to fix this detail.
ROFLMAO.
Think, I'm not even a baby person! Heh heh heh... Ummm... OK with my last 15 minutes I'll just do more pool visions.)
Cyrus Nightblade
~He nodded his head grimly.~ "I believe though, that some explaining is required. I've been keeping an eye on your so-called friends. 'Mistral' is having some interesting thoughts." ~A voice sounds through the din, and bounces of trees to their ears.~
"Think of it! An entire village of these bastards just waiting to be killed!"
Chani Ravenwood
~She gasped, everything dissapeared. The mist, the pool, the voice, Cyrus. All she could hear were footsteps cushioned by wet leaves. Her face was stuck looking at where the pond had once been. She wanted the visions back.~
Locke Foresthide
~He looked down at her quizically.~ "Are you all right Chain?" ~She didn't seem to acknowledge him. He repeated more audibly.~ "Chain?" ~He yelled that an echo would ring through the wood.~ "CHAIN!" ~Her head finally snapped to the side and he looked at her curiously.~ "What the hell's wrong with you? Gone deaf on me?"
(ooc:
Night blade... ER Night ya'll...)
[ 01-06-2002: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]