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Date Posted: 01:27:16 12/25/03 Thu In reply to: Daughter of Time 's message, "Time's only Mistress" on 07:25:49 12/24/03 Wed [ Linz, I do apologize for any typos, my hands are shaking from anger. Lara, I want to speak to you OOC, but not in CM. Always,[.muse.] ] xXx The dryad's platinum eyes widened in disbelief. How dare she? Her position made no difference in this matter, DoT could've been Queen of the Universe and the same icy enmity would've been directed towards her. She had no buisness coming here and interrupting them! Death had been merely vexed until the other spoke. A quick flash of belligerence stole over her, crimson lips pulled into a tight smirk. Gaining a fast hand on her mood, the pale skinned female stood defiantly, refusing blatantly to move from her stance. Her tones were frigid and lathered with an ethereal venom, not of her own body. "Daughter of Time. Being Queen does not give you permission to go about meddling in others buisness. And, by any chance, would you know why I happen to be a little rough around the edges? Surely it could not be from my past, could it? Oh, nevermind, it is. And, miss high and mighty, it seems to be you who is doing the interfering, doesn't it?" Determination was visible in every line of her form, though with all of the stress on her, the tough outer shell was lfaking off bit by bit, and with one final shove, it cracked, revealing only her heart and soul, ragged and torn, holes not scarce in the fabric of her life. With one sob of intense mixed emotions, the inamorta made a short dash to the wall, crumpling in a small heap of alabaster and sable, next to the very same column she had hidden behind in what seemed like a distant memory, the days of unadultered bliss long gone. Running one slender hand through her tangle of raven hair, she wept. Wept, for the first time in ages. Spilled tears of morose ardour for her murdered parents, for her so cold bloodedly slaughtered siblings. "You think I enjoyed what happened with Rush? That it was all some big PLAN of mine? My life doesn't have a plan, that was destroyed as a foal." The flat of one palm was brought down hard on the wall, slowly slipping away and down as she feared her life was beginning to. You don't want to delve into the past and the soul of this jezebel, it might be more than your fickle mind can take. xXx [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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