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Subject: ‡ Under The Spell ‡ Author: §pell [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:04:38 04/07/03 Mon Demoness appendages carry her back into the lithosphere, after searching for a healer, appendages carry her to lay underneath a bush, liking the darkness of it, the lonliness of it, and the weird feeling. Dark optics gaze down at the ground, feeling weird, a feeling she had never felt before. Auds stand perked, so that she could listen if anyone approached her. Whipcord was curled around her. She sighs, lost in thought. Vocal cords remain quite. She wanted to help Khastin get better, when he came in after being so badly hurt, but instead all she did was make things worse, or at least that is what she thought. Everyone was helping the king get better, he stayed alive because of Chancee and Band, she felt useless to the world, useless to everyone. She lays her head down on the ground, she closes her eyes. Her thoughts spinning around her head, making her feel mad or slightly enraged at others, useless, as this talk, was just about to make her go insane. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date () I have faith in you () Enchancee 21:07:41 04/07/03 Mon ‡ Under The Spell ‡ -- §pell, 08:10:41 04/09/03 Wed () Hello Friend () -- Enchancee, 17:20:14 04/09/03 Wed ‡ Under The Spell ‡ -- §pell, 17:58:24 04/09/03 Wed () Thinking....() -- Enchancee, 18:45:50 04/09/03 Wed () Thinking....() -- Enchancee, 18:47:23 04/09/03 Wed ‡ Under The Spell ‡ -- §pell, 18:58:45 04/09/03 Wed () Hidden messages are just that, hidden () -- Enchancee, 21:06:40 04/09/03 Wed ¥ Under The Spell ¥ -- §pell, 21:24:42 04/09/03 Wed () Close your eyes and listen () -- Enchancee, 11:55:11 04/10/03 Thu ‡ Under The Spell ‡ -- §pell, 16:03:12 04/10/03 Thu () You dont know me () -- Enchancee, 16:28:58 04/10/03 Thu ‡ Under The Spell ‡ -- §pell, 20:42:48 04/10/03 Thu () When she talks, the angels sing () -- Enchancee, 10:53:02 04/14/03 Mon