Raven launched a spell towards her former lover Shadow that should have burnt him to a crisp. An arc of flame shot forth from her hands and streaked towards the slim and athletic rabbit. He gesticulated wildly and a ball of ice and snow sprayed out from his fingertips and the arc of flame dissapated into a cloud of steam. Shadow launched a counter attack and a circular blade appeared in the air whirling towards the frustrated vixen. Raven traced a pattern in the air as the blade streaked towards her and a shimmering, translucent shield of light deflected the magical projectile which lodged itself into a nearby, oak paneled, wall.
The two combatants used sorcery on one another until they had both been drained of magical energy. It had only taken about twenty minutes. Finally, exhausted, they both sat down in overstuffed, artificial leather covered chairs on opposite ends of the room. Instead of enemies, they now looked as if they had been up all night talking.
"This is getting us nowhere.", said Shadow in exasperation. "Tell me what's going on Raven and maybe I can help you."
"I want to go back to the human world.", said Raven. "I have costume specifications of a human I want to impersonate so I can seize control of Eugenics Amalgamated. I can alter their research paradigms and truly change history to affect this future. I could be more powerful than Meiou and Dark combined."
"Sounds intriguing", said Shadow genuinely interested. "That's a lot of power for one anthro to have. How about we share our lives and our power. Marry me, Raven. We can rule this world and the next, together."
Raven delved into her feelings for Shadow and found that she trusted him implicitly, even as he trusted her. Together, they could do this and overthrow the Order and neutralize, not necessarily kill, Meiou.
"Yes! I will marry you and together we can sieze both worlds!", gasped Raven as she rose from her chair. Shadow rose from his and met her halfway where they embraced. They were interrupted when they could here some very sarcastic clapping coming from the doorway. The sort of clap...clap...clap..that you hear at the end of a mystery movie when the villain denies responsibility and tells the detective he is a fool for accusing him.
"Bravo.", said Reynard as he leaned in the doorway with a smug look on his face. "A nice plan, but there's a problem..."
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