Message-Id: <199804301345.IAA20714@zoom.bga.com>
Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 08:44:39 -0400
From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" <someone@ghostwheel.mud.org>
To: quinn@netsville.com
Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 606 - 615 from *storylines (#5236)
Status: U

Message 606 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Fri Mar 27 21:07:31 1998 EST
From:     Axelle (#9124)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Musings

The night grew cold and lonely and only the howling wind proved her companion
on the long walk home. The sky overhead seemed an impenetrable cloak of
darkness, and she wished that she could see the moon, if only for a second.
For some strange reason, she simply needed the reassurance that it still
existed...perhaps it was a symbol of hope at the moment.
By the time she reached DarkReach, the chill had settled into her bones and
try as she might, she could not warm herself. She lied there for half of the
night, bundled up on her side of the bed, eyes trained on the window and the
sky outside. The moon never made her appearance, and Axelle finally slipped
into slumber, feeling that unwielding blanket of sky close in around her
heart.

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Message 607 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sat Mar 28 20:28:47 1998 EST
From:     Akane (#14270)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  OOC Note

If you can't make it to the meeting tommorrow night at 8 pm EST, please page
Dwight. If I get a majority of pages, I'll reschedule.

Ake

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Message 608 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sat Mar 28 21:50:25 1998 EST
From:     Yaislyn (#7750)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  The Birthing

She had been through this all before and was almost too calm when her water
broke. She didn't call out for help - there was no one she could reach out for
anyway. In this world, there was but one soul left who remotely cared about
her...one chameleon soul. As if in response to her thoughts, Valz shuffled
closer to her, wide curious eyes whirling at the mess that was now becoming
his rider.
"Go and get the man", she whispered to the dragon, each laboured breath
distorting her words. Valz scurried away then, only to return a half hour
later with the strange human at his heels. At this point, Yaislyn was just
about ready to birth. The baby slid out of her, seemingly seconds after their
arrival.
The man's face was cloaked in darkness but it was if an ethereal light bathed
the flesh of his hands. He reached down and severed her baby's tie to her, it
took but one fluid slash with the edge of his clawlike fingernails. The baby
did not cry but merely whimpered as she was pulled from her mother. She seemed
to tolerate the long pointy tongue that then bathed the afterbirth from her
tender skin. Tiny vacant eyes stared up unseeingly at the evil she could not
see. Tiny little fists clenched not out of  anger or discomfort, but out of an
attempt to hold on to something she could sense.
Yaislyn fell asleep even before the ministrations were complete. Her body was
tired, craving rest like a starving beast. She did not notice when the man
quietly slipped from her cavern, baby in tow. Valyzraith watched with mournful
eyes, but did not comprehend what was happening. All the dragon understood was
that he could not play with the baby yet.
And when she awoke in the middle of the night, still covered in her own blood
and mucus...After she frantically communicated with the chameleon, did she
realize. Salty, quiet tears streamed down her cheeks to mingle with the
placenta between her legs.
She had really done it. She had given up her own flesh and blood. It had been
better to let go before she grew too attached. Yet in her heart, she knew she
had loved the life inside her, even before the baby had breathed her first
breath of life.  The man had ventured home, slipping amongst the shadows like
the night himself. His appetite was then satiated, such tender bones, such
sweet warm blood. He would later tell the Rider that the little girl was safe
in a good home with caring parents. He
knew that she would not understand the gift in which he had actually bestowed
upon the child. He had made her holy, divine. Licking the last drop of blood
from his fingertips, he then smiled to himself. He no longer starved like a
beast.

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Message 609 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Mar 29 13:08:45 1998 EST
From:     Smoke (#12541)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  The birthing too.

Smoke squatted in the dusty debris, her stomach swelled beyond recognition.
She felt the head squeeze threw the opening, grunting she grasped the tiny
head with a vice like grip, pulling the foreign being from the warmth of her
womb. With a quick whip of her wrist the neck of the tiny, screaming blob
snapped, silence, alone again, Smoke smiled.

"Funny" she thought o herself as she wiped the dust of her ass, pulling on her
jeans  "how one sweaty roll in the hay can produce a child, are we nothing
more then rabbits?"

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Message 610 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Mar 29 13:35:40 1998 EST
From:     Akane (#14270)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  OOC note about IC Conference

It's been moved to tommorrow, mainly for convience sake. Same time (8pm EST).

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Message 611 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Sun Mar 29 19:25:28 1998 EST
From:     Akane (#14270)
To:       *storylines (#5236)

Akane leaned against one of the walls of the R/T complex, drumming his fingers
on the side of the white painted structure. He watched as various craft made
their way to and from the hangar. She was out there.. somewhere.  Hawk-like
eyes scanned the desert plains, wind whipping around, dirt devils aspiring in
the heat of day.

"She is out there, and soon we'll be together." he chuckled slightly, brushing
some hair from his face as he strode back into the complex

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Message 614 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon Mar 30 18:59:27 1998 EST
From:     Akane (#14270)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  Correction (heh, you know you love it)

After I eat dinner, We're gonna have the TP. Assemble all in the Tinder Box!
And wait 10 minutes while I eat.

Ake

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Message 615 from *storylines (#5236):
Date:     Mon Mar 30 21:09:52 1998 EST
From:     Akane (#14270)
To:       *storylines (#5236)
Subject:  OOC note

I bless your souls for coming to that AWESOME Roleplay tonight. I will be
editing the log soon, taking out the garbage, and will send it to people who
wish a copy.

Thanks Again,
Ake

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