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Angel of Death
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Date Posted: 15:31:22 05/25/01 Fri
In reply to:
Striker
's message, "Re: Weaklings..." on 12:03:33 05/25/01 Fri
*Angel of Death gave Striker a wry smile*
"Well, I could go bragging about what powerful wolves dominate my lineage, but, quite frankly, I won't. Even if your parents are strong, that doesn't always make the heir powerful. In fact, the most common thing I've seen is the heirs to powerful wolves becoming weaklings because they feel that their parents have transferred some of that power to them." *She smirked* "Of course, they have been decieved. Decieved by their own pride."
*It was more of a warning than anything. Just a fancier way of saying "Don't get too cocky, now. I don't care who your parents were, all that matters to me is who you are."*
"CF may be strong, but I doubt any one wolf could live up to the Darkwolves that dwell in my time."
*She stats it like a fact, leaving no room for explanation or questioning. She speaks with an air of confidence, like she knows that these wolves are nothing compared to what she has seen*
"I am called Angel of Death, by the way. You may call me Angel of Death if you wish, or you may call me Death. Never call me Angel. I prefer being called by my full name, though, because that is exactly what I am."
*Her voice is cold and indifferent*
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