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Subject: in the eye of the storm. i am still

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Sihr

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Date Posted: 18:15:43 11/29/03 Sat

From behind the veil o bare voilage lurks a shadow. Sounds of the silhouette are hardly heard. Emeraging from the darkness is an ebon figure. Tympanums flickered; listen for noise of other forms. Nothing was heard. Demoness ingresses noiselessly into the terrain. Maxilla flaring, zenith raised and curvature slightly arched. Witch came to a halt. Slender shanks held up her withless physique. Tangles played with the gust that blew a strong sirocco foward. Plume danced mercilessly with the harsh breeze. Scythes sank into the ivory color which covered the land. Weight placed apon her hind fulcrums; the siren raised her carcass into the atmosphere. A loud, deafning soprano shrill was sent across the land annoucing her presence. Landing hard apon the loam, dogmatic banshee waited for her acceptance or exile.

They call me Melie, Greek godess of creation. I was stained the color of lily's and cursed upon my birthdate; 5 years ago. Flaws, I have not many, though I was born accursed, daughter of the hated. In small stature I stand 15 hands above the roof of hell. What may you call me. My creator is known as Missy.

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