<font color='#810541'>Tessera Day 11 Yoh...my cutie....... Yoh collapsed to the ground. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!!!! rain.....da, deary..." his eyes filled with tears. he couldn’t bear not being with her. He looked down to his hand. It was a potion he had bought of a master of inner-sight. she had killed her self. his was his last attempt at seeing her. the master of inner-sight had said it would allow him to visit Fronima [I should have stop her ] he raise it to mouth "please let this work..."  he quickly drank it "taste like sweet water..." Yoh vision blurred fell back Yoh eyes then  went back into his head. After seeming like forever he opened his eyes and stood. what happened he looked down and saw his corpse. did i die or what?! his spiritual body began to float upwards. Yoh tried to stay on the ground by digging his claws into the soil but it failed. He zoomed out and saw all of Ramath-lehi "beautiful... he was then thrown out even farther into deep space until he had no consciousness left... he opened his eyes again and took in his surroundings. before him was an enormous temple that was giving off an odd bright glow where am I?</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table border="1" bordercolor="#EEEEEE" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350"><tr><td bgcolor=#FFFFFF><center></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor=#FFFFFF><p align="left"><span style="font-size:9px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">------{[; <b style=color:#275972>Thread[/b]<b style=color:#202020>Information[/b] ;]}---------------------------------------------------------------------- <b style=color:#000000>Speech ------[/b] <b style=color:#C0C000>"In parenthesis & bolded"[/b] <b style=color:#000000>Thoughts ----[/b] <font color="#C0C000">[Plain text in brackets]</font> <b style=color:#000000>Telepaths ---[/b] <b style=color:#C0C000>{In brackets & bolded}[/b] <b style=color:#000000>Character ---[/b]Isis Shi'falcahima ------{[; <b style=color:#275972>Out[/b]<b style=color:#202020>Of[/b]<b style=color:#275972>Character[/b] ;]}--------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've replied... Once again, sorry, for what I thought and said... Whoever framed you... Bleh. *forgetting it* Not the longest roleplay, but at the same perspective, not my worst. </span></left></tr></td></table> <table border="1" bordercolor="#EEEEEE" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350"><tr><td bgcolor=#FFFFFF></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor=#FFFFFF><p align="left"><span style="font-size:9px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">------{[; <b style=color:#275972>In[/b]<b style=color:#202020>Character[/b] ;]}--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lenient scintillate of a candle's flame, the halcyon hymn of ligneous chimes, and the sacramental emanation of mirth was enough to ease this female's soul into that of a meditative demeanor. Late twas the night, the atmosphere tranquil — Isis was the only one still awake for she had slept to her heart's content during the afternoon duration of the day. The alabaster femora resided within her living quarters; lithe configuration laying lethargically upon the silken sheets of her bed. Optics scrutinizing out the panorama of a monolithic window which stood erect along her bedside; her cubicle surmounted over the majestic gardens within the Temple Of The Goddess. The courtyard oasis sonorously was a segmentation of jungle taken from Boreios Sudesha as some individuals would imply in a jocular manor; the garden in all actuality of the context was an interwoven collection of hybrid and uncultivated species of flora. No matter the duration of the year, the courtyard twas bristling with life taking on all chromatisms of the visible spectrum... Such a place within the vicinity of the temple was Isis' favorite location to ease her mentality and work with her telekinesis endowment without the disturbance from the turbulent congregations of pendragons which often gathered in the astronomical day to give their offerings. This was her life; her subsistence that of a priestess... Immaculately chiseled cranium inclined agilely upon the flocculent exteriority of her trundle; svelte tassel entwisted around her silken hackles, providing some solace within the caliginosity. Oculus slowly closed as sleep twas finally taking over her physical vitality; spirit ascended to the dimension known as the Fronmia. Against her will the femora materialized into this false actuality, though she knew not, Isis was infiltrating into another individual's dream.... <span style="font-size:9px;color:#C0C000;font-family:tahoma"> ------------------------------------------------ Against m' will I hath descended 'nto tis apocryphal realm; ------------------------------------------------ </span> <b style=color:#C0C000>"The Temple Of The Goddess..."[/b] Were the reverberated orals of Isis; the she 'dragon stood exquisitely upon the monolithic steps of the temple threshold. Instead of the habitual quad demeanor this female stood elegantly upon two svelte legs in that of a bipedal embodiment. Tendrils of auriferous hair radiated from the surmount of her pericranium, falling gingerly upon silken shoulders than past her waist leniently. Enshrouding her lithe configuration was an obsidian cloak, the hood which once masqueraded her facial complexion blown down with the fluctuating winds. Oculus an opaque ebony scrutinized the male 'dragon, gaze unwavering yet welcoming... The strains of hair which twas braided, bound, and fastened with glass ornamentations swayed idly as the wind insinuating unto her... Reticent twas the obscurity of night, the moon suspended within the celestial empyreans, sheathing an aurora of faltering luminosity upon the female. She reclined fastidiously upon one of the massive granite steps, her hands sparsely skimming the fabric from her cloak. Oculus gravitated toward the abyss, scrutinizing the astronomy of the numerous stars which scintillated rhythmically within the celestials. Empennage brushed against the periphery of her thigh whilst Isis' attention was momentarily diverted toward the masc... To her, he was just another subsistence in a crowd of many — the female's life dedicated to the Ramathian gods, reining authorities, and those who were in need... The injured, sick, poor, and individuals of related context were who this she 'dragon yearned to abet. She answered his inquiry, though it was his personal thought, the words had managed to permeate into her mentality... With his question answered the she 'dragon was content in keeping to herself; colloquy was something she didn't start and never would... Peritoneum inhaled and exhaled with every insubstantial breathe; the night was beautiful... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
