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Date Posted: 21:27:35 05/24/03 Sat
Author: avaquet
Subject: ...wish...dream...hope...

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The earth-hued wolfess pads in to the terra, jade eyes glancing around. She speaks, her voice soft, yet strong, and should be heard by most.

"Could anyone of you, tell me who you love?"

She looked around, wondering which horse was evil enough, and brave enough, to face their own emotion.
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[> Quiet -- Blue Fire, 22:07:40 05/24/03 Sat [1]

Pausing at the utterance, sparked...who who dare ask such a simple question? Eyes dark and dreary, drowing from years spent in self-pity, he replies slowly, honestly.

"I love nothing."

And with that, the prince of a monarchy faded departs with a dying light. Hope...he had none. He had nothing. He was nothing but a skeliton of a name, a title bestowed at birth.

Son of True Evil.

Son of the Golden Era.

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[> ...wish...dream...hope... -- avaquet , 22:44:06 05/24/03 Sat [1]

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She nods, pitying his fate with no love. But she accepted his answer. Turning, a soft thankyou is uttered to him, and with a leaping lunge, she caught air, and white wing bore her away, her presence felt, seen, then gone.
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