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Subject: T h E... A n G e L ... O f ... D e A t H Author: FireStorm [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:09:45 04/24/01 Tue Two icy-blue orbs peeked from the shadows. Inside them short waves of evil sent to you, vibes. A paw struck the ground slowly, as she took her first step into the valley. The valley where love was found. She didn't beleive in love. Perhaps someone was smart enough to meet her, but she would most likely keep an aloof stance. She stood there, keeping her head forward. Her eyes scanned the land. Then she let out an exasperated sigh. Her being a loner. She never found anyone who had the brains to act right. Serious, loyal, strong, and not dumbfounded. When she thought of dumbfounded wolves, she shuddered on the inside. Never showing her weaknesses on the outside. Some wolves took things like ranks, powers, strengths, and wins to their head. Thinking they were the best. She watched them rise like flickering flames. But even the tallest of flames meets it's fate. Sometimes it was FireStorm. Getting to annoyed by their constant 'crow cries'. She already noticed some wolves that she had her eyes on, some in a good way, some in a bad. It depended on what they acted like at first appearance. But however, FireStorm was getting ready to settle with a pack. She layed down on her side. Knowing noone would come after her, none ever dared. Sometimes she wished for a challenge. But it was always her giving the challenge. Now a new challenge of hers unfolded. Who will get the heart of this Angel of Death... (OOC- yes this is the same find a mate post as Storm Ridge, it's hard for me to make up a new one. Except the last sentence is different) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date **A male trots over, unsure of what he is doing** Worrior De Morts 23:00:20 04/24/01 Tue Re: **A male trots over, unsure of what he is doing** -- FireStorm, 05:33:55 04/25/01 Wed Re: **A male trots over, unsure of what he is doing** -- Worrior De Morts, 09:07:06 04/25/01 Wed Re: **A male trots over, unsure of what he is doing** -- FireStorm, 16:24:44 04/29/01 Sun