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Subject: (*)Daughter Of Flame(*)

Author:
HeLl SiNgEr

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Date Posted: 16:05:54 04/25/04 Sun
In reply to: Ajax 's message, "=south of hell=" on 13:01:41 04/25/04 Sun

(*)A look of interest and agreement began to swirl in her ocules of burning translucency. Dial was tipped to her side and she seemed to stare at nothing.(*)

I'd be delighted.

(*)The words came out with a thick, fiendish poison only a fellow Dark could comprehend(*)

Though I probably won't be able to leave by sunrise...shortly after though, surely. I need to tell Hac where I'll be, and deal with this equine that wants my damn hide. But I'm always up for a bit of fun, and I'm sure I know of another who would be too. Have you asked Kiesha? She's been talking of war for months now, I've heard.

(*)Hind foundation began to unfold, bone-speared whip cutting the air with a ready tip. Strength began to flex and warm involuntarily, bpdy temperature rising. Pinions arched, and a thick spine was lengthened. Blood was boiling, and adrenaline was mounting. Long had it been, since the reign of Isis to be exact, since her lithe form had recieved the impulse of battle. Salty, humid air was sucked into her wide, brimming nostrils....how refreshing.(*)

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