((Dear, Reromeo. Death has bloomed. Listen closely now.)) -- Challenges

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Date Posted: 12:45:21 07/30/02 Tue
Author: Quinkun
Subject: ((Dear, Reromeo. Death has bloomed. Listen closely now.))

Quinkun
Hey, you.
Yes, you there.
May Ihave a word?
Crimson silk flowing over your body
Feels good
And the pain leaves
And tears dry
Your eyes are open, dead and blank.
It feels like water.
Thick water.
You don't want to die?
I cast you out.
Go, now. Quickly my little creature.
Before harm comes you.

I am Quinkun. The beast,Of Heaven and of Earth.

You have a problem on your hands, mister. For, I want your lands, /and/ your herd. So, I challenge you, dearie. Stick 'em up. Mm. Though, if you like you could just leave. Without a scratch apon your hide. Pick your path quickly. I have very little patients with your kind.

((You little sir, watch your back. Darth you actually confort me. Though, I could use a good fight. Stretch the legs, as they say. Savagely carved skull is risen to beyond usual stance, the arrogance of such a position above any other. A whisper, theartening and vilie, escapes the cavernous depths of ones onyx throat. Eyes are still and vigilant, never blinking, continually scanning the figure that lays bewteen him and the life he will soon live. Soon, daylight will cease, and the treasured darkness will fall upon this forsaken valley. Leaving Quin', and his new foe, in the obsidian depths of land. Wonderful! For night is when one thrives, without the daunting heat, and the peircing rays of light. Entire body is ridged, no longer taking on the pretty facade that he so easily can possess. There's a ghostly belligerance about Quinkun, most likely inhereted from his father. But that's of little consequence, for Quin' doesn't orginated from these parts. It would be a large surpise to him if any had ever heard of his ancestorage. But if they had, and respected it, they would earn a point. Two perhaps. So then, confront, master, and see what your built off.))

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