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Date Posted: 12:45:18 01/27/03 Mon
*So he was well. Good. But how good would this remain?*
*Weapon still raised, death-lapping point glintted in the dim illumination, the rouge backed some knowing that this was the black's battle. Still, she would intervene if she felt it necessary*
*Slowly back she sunk, rough thrumming still pounding the walls of her oxygen tube as she warned the threat instincively. But it was slowing and would soon cease, as she caught a glimsp of numerous bounds of silver in the darkness*
Soul Reaver?
*There she was, knelt by the healer whom she owed so much to. It was almost comical....ever thought she'd owe anything to a Light. But that wasn't a point of the matter. A huge embrace engulfed the young mistress, overflowig with sinister tenderness and the effects of missing another. Indeed, she had certainly missed her first child.*
*Finally, a proud mother could release the grown, and her lookers went on to see more of the picture. Flecks was in horrible shape, and she knew it. But what could they do. Down for thoughts, she simply settled beside them, propping up Flecks for any comfort she could bestow, and went on to watch what would unfold*
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