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- Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
- Path: sparky!uunet!stanford.edu!hubcap!paws!smersch
- From: smersch@eng.clemson.edu (Iron Tiger)
- Subject: Hello and an offering.
- Message-ID: <1993Jan21.175137.27729@hubcap.clemson.edu>
- Sender: news@hubcap.clemson.edu (news)
- Reply-To: smersch@eng.clemson.edu
- Organization: College of Engineering, Clemson Univ.
- Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 17:51:37 GMT
- Lines: 62
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- I had posted this once, accidentally using an ambiguous
- subject heading. I've you've already seen it, please
- disregard... it's the same story. If anybody is
- interested in a corespondance, contacting me by
- Email would probably be the best way and I would
- like to hear from people in this imaginative News
- group.
-
- Unfortuntely, I rarely have time to read the News.
- Infrequently I stumble through alt.romance.chat.
- With respect for the strength of the Feral Knight,
- I must say that I always find the narratives
- captivating, especially Julie's.
- An offering for the group...
-
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- Rain-Drop
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- Late last night, quietly crouching in the drabness of my lair,
- I watched a fierce storm pummel the frightened land. Strong
- winds tore through the trees. Blinding flashes of light rudely
- violated the darkness. Thunder shook the earth.
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- Eventually the storm reduced to an even rain, the rythm of
- which gently lulled me to sleep. Early the next morning, with
- the sky still darkened by clouds, I awoke to the sound of
- trickling streams of water running down rippled stone surfaces.
- Compelled to move about, I decided to prowl the forest. Pacing
- amonst the dense pines, I come upon a trail whose winding length
- is composed of a soft damp bed of musky pine needles that feel soft
- beneath my metal paws. Striding along the path now, the sun begins
- to pierce through the clouds, and as the cloud-darkened sky
- gradaully gives way to light, so do the trees give way to a field.
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- It is a beautiful area of rich green, highlighted with scattered
- wildflowers and dogwoods. The humidity of the evaporating pour
- fills my nostrils as I move along the grass. Then, a distant
- sparkle catches my eye. Closing in to investigate, it is from the
- light refracting through a rain-drop delicately clinging to a leaf,
- trembling in the faint wind. So like a diamond in its ability to
- hold light, it elicits awe.
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- Just then, as I am captivated by its radiance, it relinquishes its
- hold on the leaf and falls to my snout. Tickling my black metal
- skin, as the drop runs towards my mouth, I snarl slightly and the
- water runs across my polished, silver fangs. Suddenly, I feel
- rather disoriented and warm. Forced to sit in order to maintain
- some sense of balance, I feel an upsurge of energy building within.
- It is then that I realize that powerful, iron wings are sprouting
- from my upper back. There is slight pain, but it is greatly outmatched
- by the electricity that has charged my body. As the wings become fully
- formed, the energy culminates in the middle of my breast and then
- releases itself in the form of an enormous roar.
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- An iron tiger takes flight.
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