.:Princess in Hiding:. -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 17:27:52 12/10/03 Wed
Author: Elven
Subject: .:Princess in Hiding:.
In reply to: .the.sandman. 's message, ".sanity is the madness preferred by the majority." on 16:11:27 12/07/03 Sun

She had been serious about keeping him in her sight and no amount of distraction was going to deter her from her task. Lowering her head, she scaled the bluff, the musculature donated by Draft ancestors serving her well. Her nares flared as she reached the summit, partly from exertion and partly to reassure herself that he was actually there.

.:Is something wrong?:. she asked quietly as she came to stand next to him. A thin sheen of sweat blanketed her dove gray pelt and her ribs still rose heavily from her ragged breathing.

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[> .sanity is the madness preferred by the majority. -- .the.sandman., 22:40:40 12/20/03 Sat [1]

(OOC:Sorry for the very extended absence, I had Influenza A. I'll be on the whole day tomorrow, though, if you have the chance to post a lot.)

.a rhetorical question, can't shake this obsession.

.his unconscious state of mind is shaken away at the sound of another's voice.golden-brown occs remain affixed 'pon the tranquil harmony that is a setting winter sun.his soft, deep, captivating voice pours easily from his ashen mug.

"You're following me, aren't you? Don't worry, if I wanted a fight, I'd have started one by now. I understand where you're coming from...I know how you feel. If you feel like you need to keep an eye on me, feel free. I rather enjoy your company, anyway."

.slight coy smirk is given off, lasting but a slight second.he probably sounded ignorant, but he knew that what he spoke was from his heart, and anything different would be dishonest.

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