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Old 03-04-2004, 01:35 PM   #134
TAOWolf
White Dragon
 

Join Date: December 1, 2001
Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US
Posts: 1,887
As the stepping stones come to a shuddering halt, she leans her staff against the oak and kneels. Pulling out two runes, a seed, and a mysterious looking crystal statue, she places these on the ground in front of her. As she removes her gloves with her teeth, her eyes glow softly silver, matching the slow rise of the moon as the darkness of twilight begins to descend upon the forums......

Still kneeling she lightly caresses the statue, and places each of the runes to her lips, then replaces them next to the statue. She places one single drop of pure river water on the seed, and then looks to the moon.....

The bracer around her neck begins to hum softly, pulsing with the vibration and pull of the ley lines, and she lifts her arms to the evening sky as she begins to softly call her magic and goddess to her..........

The statue begins to pulse to life with the bracer, slowly at first then faster as her chant becomes a blur of words, until the sound and taste of old ancient magic begins to float upon the wind... the wind.. the wind carries this sound through-out the valley, down into the tunnels........up into the cliff faces......

A single seed, left on purpose near the spot of the tear in the ley lines begins to sprout upon hearing the magical song........

and somewhere in the forums, the soft whispers of wings flutter and shake themselves awake, hearing the call and answers softly as wind flows under wings and the gentle whisper of flight begins..........


[ 03-04-2004, 01:54 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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