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Date Posted: 15:52:35 01/03/04 Sat
Author: Player
Subject: Gr..
In reply to: .Dangerous Liason. 's message, "<..all you need is me..>" on 15:51:30 01/03/04 Sat

EVIL font.. hates me. It was supposed to look better.. I'll fix it when I get a reply.

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[> Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 17:07:32 01/03/04 Sat [1]

Maid of mithril looked up from her grazing, pools of sparkling, shimmering sapphire locked on to the approaching form of the dun hued masculine. What was this? His arrogant manner and flashy ways disgusted her, although, who knows, he might turn out to be fine. Against her better judgement, the silvery fae moved forward, her slender legs moving forward, propelling her with the ease and grace of one who knows the true meaning of speed. In her veins flowed time itself. Her mother, Fate, had been ever so kind, and from her she would learn much, though most was now hidden from her eyes. Her father, Time, had given her a great gift, though she knew not as yet how to use it. Sliding to a graceful stop, she eyed him warily for a moment. Unsure of exactly how to procede. Caustiously she did so, her voice like sweet music played upon the harps and flutes of old. "Welcome sir, to Paradise Isle. I am Daughter of Time, and you are?"

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