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Subject: Re: + Evil One +

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Wytch

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Date Posted: 17:16:27 01/06/03 Mon
In reply to: Raistlin 's message, "+ Evil One +" on 23:47:32 12/31/02 Tue

The black wytch looked at her brother with steady, piercing eyes. If she chose to go; which she could very well not, he would go first nevertheless. With a twin telepathy common in those whom shared wombrights, the female looked to her brother with an arched brow, speaking to him without parting her lips. Now or never Satyr. You go; or neither of us go.

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[> Subject: | shadow within a shadow |

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satyr
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Date Posted: 12:07:09 01/07/03 Tue

| He listened to all of their words | Yet his brilliant bronze eyes watched his father | His actions | His every movement | The Shadow Lord, supposedly, was the most feared | He let Bob push him around! | Glancing to his never-present mother, then to his ever-absent father, his orbs ceased their movements when they peered upon his black and golden vixen of a sister | She too, was never around | Coolly, he nodded his head | It was his decision now | He didn't quite give a damn if his sister followed him | He doubted her words as much as he doubted his mothers | Navy scales rustle upon his muscular features, as the old dracling never wavered on his effortless walk towards the ebon lord | And there he sat, in front of his father | Do what ever you wish with me, Father | He wished he could say it, but it was awe that filled him | Not fear, not confusion | Yet he sat, for that sole purpose |

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