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Subject: .after midnight Author: .night mist [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:32:04 11/30/02 Sat In reply to: Duran Duran 's message, "[.h.o.w.l.]" on 09:58:52 11/30/02 Sat .death becomes her. .valkyrie came to a halt before the pair. amber oracles glance at the one dubbed 'vaider'. snort emitted from labrums. she could see through his occulis, he had but the mentallity of an immature colt. she shall not waste her precious time with him. she had far better things to turn her attention to. perhaps they could chat...some other time. she smiled at him, and turned her regal dome to the bronc she had a little more interest in. .lucky for her there was a mascu with his wits 'bout him. how she had longed for some intelligence in a world full of shallow beings. seductive call sounds forth. greeting, m'lord duran. how does thee fair on this hellish day? was the question she asked. she smirked at he, glad he had come to speak to her. he had truly relieved her of her boredom. cranium is shooken, tendrils fall 'bout her orbs in a randon pattern. yet, her oracles peeked forth from beneath her darkened locks. steady gaze held to duran. she awaited his response with a tempting look 'pon her mug. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date [.the d.u.o. returns.] Duran Duran 12:20:35 11/30/02 Sat .after midnight -- .night mist, 12:54:06 11/30/02 Sat [.chained.] -- Duran Duran, 13:24:23 11/30/02 Sat .unchained -- .night mist, 20:31:34 11/30/02 Sat [.p.r.e.d.i.t.o.r.] -- Duran Duran, 09:46:40 12/01/02 Sun .on the prowl -- .night mist, 18:40:47 12/02/02 Mon [.p.r.e.d.i.t.o.r.][.h.u.n.t.e.r.][.w.o.l.f.] -- Duran Duran, 20:25:44 12/02/02 Mon