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Post by Lamya on Mar 23, 2005 19:27:11 GMT -6
After a very long time of meditating deeply on the egg of the Dragon King, Logos is disturbed by something. He might realize if he chose that some one had been touching him... gently stroking a hand down his hair and saying his name softly in his ear for a long time. He could also be aware that what had disturbed him was not that contact... but it's end, as Lamya moved away to lean against the wall behind the throne.
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Logos
Rifraff
My body's made of Fire, black and deep and cold, Burning for the Choice I made, so many years ago.
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Post by Logos on Apr 2, 2005 2:17:27 GMT -6
Logos continues for a moment to gaze at the Egg, a look of frustration and rage slowly transforming his features. He then looks up to where Lamya stands, casts the Egg to the floor in seeming disgust, and stands up, turning to face her. "The shell I cannot penetrate, my sense of victory shifts to hate. It defies me! HE defies me! Accursed WyrmLord! Encased he is, chaste and bound, his power confined and contained, and yet STILL I cannot grasp the reins that I may reign! What a waste, this Egg I've found." As he speaks, the air around him seems to shimmer as with heat or power, ripples in the air that hint at color, or it's absence, but once he is silent, it seems to fade along with the anger on his face. His eyes rest on her, and the lines of hate and stress smooth away, leaving him beautiful and regal once more. A look that could almost be termed as affectionate briefly softens his countenance, but then his gaze turns piercing. "You wanted me for something. I recall it now. What do you wish? Is there something you have to tell me? Come to me and speak your mind, and perhaps in your words, answers I'll find. Or perhaps simply comfort." He extends an arm and gestures wearily for her to attend him.
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Post by Lamya on Apr 2, 2005 3:01:55 GMT -6
Lamya steps swiftly away from the wall and lays her good hand on Logos arm, her other arm still in a sling across her chest.
"I was, concerned, Lord. It's been many days since you began mediating. You should not push yourself so." She gently guides him back towards his throne.
"I gather that the dragon kings egg was useless then?" Once he is sitting she settles herself on the steps at his feet with only a flicker of pain on her face to betray that she is still suffering from her last battle.
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Logos
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My body's made of Fire, black and deep and cold, Burning for the Choice I made, so many years ago.
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Post by Logos on Jul 15, 2005 15:35:25 GMT -6
Logos allows himself to be guided, then sits upon his self-made throne, frustration, disgust, and weariness of mind subtly evident to one who knows him well. And, perhaps, just a hint of despair. He rests his chin on his fist, glaring balefully at the Egg, and speaks with a strange, gentle semi-lucidity that almost belies the meaning of his words. "Should? It was His dictation of 'should' and 'should not' that CAUSED this mess in the first place, created the 'damned' race that has become his antithetical face. Speak to me not of 'should'. I will push myself beyond the bounds of the Universe and into the illusion that is Time and beyond if necessary. Can I even BE pushed? I do not know." He takes his gaze away from the Egg and brings it to rest on her, wondering. "Useless? No, it is not without purpose yet, it's match I may still get. I know not yet how I myself may penetrate it, but surely one of his own would know. Perhaps without knowing, but still. If I but bent them to my purpose, and found a way to use their power as my own, or they mine, it may yet break open and yield it's mysteries to me. I was once sovereign over all of them, I'll not be bested by this one."
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Post by Lamya on Jul 23, 2005 0:42:03 GMT -6
Lamya looks faintly bemused by Logos' statment's about pushing or the lack there of. But she nods never the less.
"Of course, my lord. Do you wish me to set about finiding a dragon for you? I'm sure one could be easily found by my trackers."
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Logos
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My body's made of Fire, black and deep and cold, Burning for the Choice I made, so many years ago.
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Post by Logos on Jul 29, 2005 14:57:41 GMT -6
Logos seems lost in thought for a moment, looking at the Egg, and then Lamya, considering. "Perhaps, perhaps. Send stealthy scouts everywhere, Heaven, Hell, Here, see what goes on, and that none will be paying overmuch attention to a missing dragon. Then find me one, the strongest you can, bind it, and bring it. We shall see what happens then."
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Post by Lamya on Jul 31, 2005 13:50:20 GMT -6
Lamya nods deeply once and carefully rises to her feet. Her movements though economical lack some of their usual grace.
"As, you wish. I will go now to attend to it." She faces the throne and bows deeply.
"Also, my lord.. thank you for saving my life." She keeps her head lowered and there is strained emotion in her voice as she speaks. She turns to leave with out looking at Logos again.
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