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Subject: :�:Haunted with Despair:�:

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Risika Demonstalker

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Date Posted: 06:42:51 12/06/03 Sat
In reply to: �thoe 's message, "Insane" on 15:24:24 12/05/03 Fri

:�:Continuous eyes swirl infront of the King. Risika personally didn't agree with the King. Sure enough, she was a loner without her jungle Kazido( Very large Spirit-Cats). But she hadn't always been without another of her kind. She knew that somewhere, someplace, she had been birthed to the world and was in a community. There was a problem with that though, Risika couldn't remember much about her very early past. Voicings are made to argue once more to the King. She felt that he really should be advised in some places.:�:

Sire, if you go into things so obscure as to change the adjective before a word only because it is a synonym to the word 'Light', then a good fight would turn into a bad fight. A good hunt would turn into an evil hunt. Not only is that necessairily taking things a little beyond the borderline in my conception, but things like," I just got back from a really evil fight" are politically incorect.

She musically sounded, respective tones interluding with the wiser ones. Orbs of swirling azurete and alabaster look to the castle at her new Master's comment. A swift nod is emitted, delicate neck going South and then North. She then goes and follows him to the Castle, having to put in more strength in usualy because of her slippers sliding into the sand.:�:

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