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Date Posted: 13:26:14 06/23/01 Sat
Author: Emerald Rumor
Subject: **An over-bearing scream of perfection shatters the last legacy of serenity.**

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**The enigma trapped within the tribulations of time and bound by iron lock and chain is shattered as the slender frame of the ebon wolf fleets fourth upon an unbroken rainbow cast by dawn. The corroded earth spews funnels of scalding lava that graze the fissures of her forsaken mind. Lost in the odyssey of her own royalties, she advances on the image of sheer fantasy. Illuminate pride not in vanity but in truth radiates the figure of silver at its best. Her prim lobes stand at peak upon the ebon tendrils adorning her crest, framing her figure in perfect elegance. Her emerald eyes blaze fierce, and her hooves are obsidian and sharpened hard as flint. Her aire is that of the angels, but to those who know her, this is no temper of the heavenly. Thick words of Yiddish origin and Romance era travel the course of her mind, and thoughts of savage brutality rest upon the fissures, but when she opens her muzzle to speak, the sweet tone of music ventures fourth.**

I am Emerald Rumor...

**With a quick twist of her shimmering figure, the femme of the millennia returns to the refuge of the darkness, the thick foliage conceals her form, but the haunting shimmer of her glowing emerald eyes remains aflame in the silent oath of loyalty to those of greater knowledge and experience then she herself, acceptance of those to her equal, and sheer despise showered upon the lowers of her status. The simple black stands with a careless ease to her frame, the ease of one borne in the midst of the battles.**

Your Name: Emerald Rumor
Your Status: Mortal
Your Gender: Female
Your Pack: Terror�s Woods
Picture URL: www.vandalism.venus.com/myimages/Rumor.jpg
Personality: Quick and cunning, she fights and kills without second harp. Deceit and deceptions, cold and calculating, she has no room for pity or remorse, and yet she is humane. Her respect climbs only to the brink of the Elders or her betters, and her pride is lowered only for those of more experience and knowledge. A haughty aire extends over those she deems her equals, and she accepts them as they are with careful scrutiny. To those lower, only a thick despise is given, and a harsh judgment that while inferior, they will learn. A valued pawn in warfare, she is an experienced fighter and doesn�t shy from bloodshed. The adrenaline merely feeds her bloodlust, and hones her fighting skills to a reverence of perfection. The last rumor that had taken wing was that she was the Angel of Death.. A rumor too true for comfort.

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