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Subject: :º:Haunted with Despair:º: Author: Risika Demonstalker [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:42:12 12/04/03 Thu In reply to: Øthoe 's message, "Insanity Reigns" on 22:57:51 12/03/03 Wed ((Thank you:). She's a Sazila. I'm Elle by the way.~frowns at her white font on the tan backround.~ I'll try to make it darker)) :º:Well toned ears hear the footsteps of another as the grip on her staff becomes tighter. A smirk appears upon her crimson lips as she spins around. The staff starts to make it's way towards the legs of the other when she notices who it is. Immeadiately the movement is stopped and the staff returns to her side. Obviously embarassed, she gives a curt bow. As the faint blush remains on her pale skin, icey topatic orbs stare into the others. Loyalty and the joy of the hunt are emitted from those endless eyes, the reality of them each a swirling orb of blue and white with dark blue flecks in rarer places. As the blush fades from her cheeks, a more serious and natural look is taken over. Once more she was collected as a dressage horse, and her attitude was like the large cat, forever stalking. Risika Stalked by day, and Hunted by night. I apologize for the incident, Sire. I am Risika Demonstalker. Her voice vibrates out in soundwaves. The over all sound of her voice was too majestic and musical to ever be considered a normal given in life's genes. A breeze gently ruffles her hair, the silver tendrils the same color as a full moon at midnight hour. The pale beauty stands before the King, not near anything most would call partial submission, but there is no disrespect or rudeness in her overall body composure.:º: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Insane Soul Øthoe 21:03:27 12/04/03 Thu :º:Haunted with Despair:º: -- Risika Demonstalker, 13:19:22 12/05/03 Fri ~growls at computer~ -- Elle, 13:20:31 12/05/03 Fri Insanity runs in my Blood. -- Øthoe, 14:43:26 12/05/03 Fri :º:Haunted with Despair:º: -- Risika Demonstalker, 15:06:02 12/05/03 Fri Insane -- Øthoe, 15:24:24 12/05/03 Fri :º:Haunted with Despair:º: -- Risika Demonstalker, 06:42:51 12/06/03 Sat