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Date Posted: 18:56:56 05/20/03 Tue
In reply to:
Spell
's message, "‡ Under The Spell ‡" on 18:48:12 05/20/03 Tue
.[he heard something].[it was his bones, shifting and rearranging].[it was the sick, sick sound of grinding by calcium deposits within himself].[cringing, and yelping out in pain, the wolf finally hit the brink].[but then, it was completely over].[only the pain lingered in his back].[his senses came back into stature, and he blinked his dry orbs].[glancing into the puddle of now, bloody, water, he saw his orbs change].[he understood, it all made sense].[standing up, stretching his limbs, the rusty scaled and furred wolf sat down directly infront of Spell].[he watched her through one icy blue orb, and the other of fiery red].[yet, they remained that way].[nodding his head, he spoke in a very distinct voice].
I am fine, now. I have to admit, I believe I scared myself there for a moment... But I think everything should be all settled
.[his scale patterned fur was so awkward].[and it itched].[his orbs burnt with a stinging sensation].[and his nails scratched at the earth, yet he could not see it happen].[so different, he would have to get used to it].
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