| Subject: |.i never win.| |
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|.night mist.|
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Date Posted: 23:27:39 12/23/02 Mon
In reply to:
.x.cutioner
's message, ".b.oiling blood" on 12:06:01 12/23/02 Mon
|.death becomes her.|
|.amber orbs gaze contently at 'duran', for it felt good to have him beside her. her hellish soul was almost at peace now, except for...she'd rather not think 'pon it. her head swivelled to gaze 'pon the bronc and listened to his every word, confused in a way of sorts. for he seemed to speak in paradoxes. queen bot not queen? ah but t'was a crazy mixed up world she lived in these days. t'was quite an honor o'course to be given such responsibilities. she was quite please with this one.|
|.but what was that feeling? cold maybe? she liked heat..fire, not this coldness that seemed to lurk about every corner awaitin' to grab her. why the sudden chills she thought. t'was nonsense o'course, to want more. selfish. but also it was her nature to want, to hold, to love...yes she was but a block of ice. she needed to be thawed. her eyes glazed over, perhaps thinkin' of her past, she stared at the ground, but quickly returned her gaze to 'duran', but hesitated and dropped her crown once more.|
|."forgive me m'lord, i am not myself these days. since i have returned from my homeland i fear i've lost my...'pep' you could say. but thank you once more, tis quite an honor to be considered so highly, especially by you. and yet...i must decline to tell you where i was. i'm not...ready...to speak about such a horror." ah yes it had been quite a tragedy her homeland, t'was but nothing she could do for her brother when she finally arrived. appeared now she was the last of her race, of her kind. but the story was for another day, one she couldn't tell quite yet. her foggy orbs lock with 'duran' for but a moment, knowing what to say, but not knowing when to say it. |
|.but these thoughts were interrupted by the 'proach of another. 'x-cutioner' her nephew, a decent lad in her opinion. her neck turned to gaze 'pon he in the shadows. hmmm....where was his rayven, his birdy? they were a good pair. she knew rayven, but rayven did not know her. a laugh t'was emitted from her vocals at the thought of this. t'was quite a long story to tell in truth, she smirked at that. but nevermind her, t'was the youthful bronc in the shadows that had asked for her presence. but...she would speak to him later perhaps? her arab dial lowered for a moment eyeing him uncertainly. perhaps he got the message, hmmm? she had...other things on her mind today.|
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