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Date Posted: 08:59:04 11/27/02 Wed
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.Dark Times.
's message, " .|.y.o.u.n.g.|.w.a.r.r.i.o.r.|." on 19:38:28 11/26/02 Tue
.death becomes her.
.the valkyrie laughed, so she had been recognized, perhaps? she was well known throughout the lights, nuetrals, and the dark as well. she was an envy to all, that was certain. she had that firey appeal 'bout her. pistons shift beneath she, to get a better look at the brute before her. crown dipped in slight bow, locks fly in random array.
.perhaps, m'lord, you know me. but i am certain you have heard of me. my late sister, the bytch dubbed 'scent o' death' was mate to hell legion. formerly known as the brute 'devil's call' i do believe. my brother, the steed 'bane' was in the moor for a short while, but had to return to out homeland, he shall return soon...enough. i have said to much already. forgive me, but i like to keep my past...in the past.
.her eyes glazed over for a few seconds, perhaps thinking of her cold past and her dying homeland. perhaps of the future, which remained to be seen. time could only tell. but then again, she hadn't the patience for time.
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