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Subject: Inside>>>


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Date Posted: 10:25:32 04/08/01 Sun
In reply to: Kem of Murkwood 's message, "He sweeps in,flapping long, leather-like black wings. He lands, bronze talons gashing the rocky ground, and turns away towards further up the mountainside. He finds an overhang and crawls beneath it. Fortunantly, it is huge to accomadate some of his black body." on 19:40:14 04/07/01 Sat

*gaze turns in his direction, crimson occulars set upon his massive black body. The sun's rays are clouded over by rolling clouds, dark and filled with precipitation. Femme slips golden body from the rock, deciding it is time for her, too, to find shelter. Talons slip into rock, and muscles strain against the near-vertical climb she makes before arriving at her intended destination. The extensive caves stretch out before her, and as slender body is entangled in the shadows, she turns back to watch Kem... her gaze not one of warning... perhaps it was invitation that shone in crimson orbs...*

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He grumbles pleasantly, feeling pleased and comfortable. He hoped this storm would be big, he always enjoyed havoc. He flumps to his side, sending small tremors all around him. He sticks his head from under the rock, watching the sky boil, distant lightning reflected brightly in his eyes...>>>Kem of Murkwood11:40:36 04/10/01 Tue


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