**whirls as the evil lunges for Storm, hackles rising while deep rumbles echo from pup. it was not the wolves that scared her, and it wasn't her nature to let a friend fight alone. tension in she is nearly palpable, straining against her aunt's wishes for her to hide and her own insticts** -- Secret Garden of Eve

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Date Posted: 22:23:16 11/16/02 Sat
Author: Dark Angel
Subject: **whirls as the evil lunges for Storm, hackles rising while deep rumbles echo from pup. it was not the wolves that scared her, and it wasn't her nature to let a friend fight alone. tension in she is nearly palpable, straining against her aunt's wishes for her to hide and her own insticts**
In reply to: �The Storm� 's message, "�Don't-Count-On-It�" on 20:12:54 11/16/02 Sat

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>sp?id_=576661 cellspacing=2 height=275 width=350
>border=1>
>
>�Nightmare�
>�From-The-Past�
>
>�darkened mascu lurches backward as he sees the
>oncoming attack of the minor fatale. Prodigious
>claw-like structures rap towards the attacker's
>muzzle. fangs bear down towards the wolf's pistons
>with a sharp snap. menacing growl pours out of the
>lupine as his attack aims for legs at a quickened
>pace.�
>
>�I'm-In-Your-Dreams�
>�Nightmare-From-The-Past�
>
>

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