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Date Posted: 18:56:07 09/30/03 Tue
Author: Band
Subject: ..see no borders..
In reply to: Spell 's message, "� Under The Spell �" on 17:58:32 09/29/03 Mon

Four white paws pass over the land in easy, ground consuming strides. The alabaster passes through the dappled shade of the thin forest along a well worn path probably used by the human loggers of yesteryear. Band, however, would not know this, nor would he have cared. He was alone, and that's what he knows. The familiar forest brought some solace to the emotionally ravaged middle-aged wolf, yet he would not bring himself to show anything. Not even the merest sign of dispair or misfortune. His expression is set, unsmiling and unfrowning. The male's stunning blue eyes reveal more than he would have liked them to. They flash with an odd type of withdrawn clautrophobia. The fire was practically the straw that broke the camel's back. It is gone. The Dominion is gone. Pity. At the time Band responded with nothing but calm benevolence, but now his thoughts wander to the loss of his favoured wandering spot.. and also to Khastin. Machete, Enchancee, or anybody else may not have noticed, but the event had affected Band more than they could have ever possibly known. And then Ferdie kicked the bucket. He is having some sort of social dillema; he wants companionship but at the same time he resents it. Perhaps it's simply the notion of having somebody there. Somebody who's company he enjoys.. and trusts.

But whatever the matter, the white wolf wanders on keeping well to himself. A rustle in the nearby brush rouses his attention, pulling him from the deep meloncholy and into an awkward halt. At first a single thought crosses his already overcrowded mind. I must have met paths with another wolf. Immediately, the alabaster is put on guard. He tests the air for a scent, either familiar or not. An ear twists backwards as something disturbing dawns upon him. That scent. I remember it.

Spell.

Is the only word that passes freely from his black-lipped maw. His tone is low, quiet, and barely audible, but it is weighted by a longing hatred. Old feelings quickly become new.

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� Under The Spell � -- Spell, 19:53:52 10/03/03 Fri
- ..see no borders.. -- Band, 19:23:07 10/05/03 Sun
  - � Under The Spell � -- Spell, 19:56:45 10/05/03 Sun