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Date Posted: 15:52:12 08/08/01 Wed
Author: Zesheya Dalixha + her gang
Subject: + + +

+ A large cloud of dust appears just above the horizon of the desert, moving closer to the civilization. Slowly the sand settles, revealing a small group of desert breds. At their head is a young woman, perched lightly upon a small Arabian mare. It is she that catches attention from passersby, hipnotizing them with eyes the color of the night sky, and the evil glint the shines in them. Removing the cloth covering her hair, she grins and turns to her comrades, shaking ebon tresses out of those haunting eyes. Her mouth moves as she speaks in Arabic; her companions laugh outright. +

+ Her eyes sweep over those with her, trying to decide for one last time wether they were strong enough for the tasks ahead. She pauses as her startling gaze rests upon Shamin, and she shakes her head slightly. He was rebellious, he would leave sooner or later, but there was nothing she could to to change that. She glances to Renima and nods...she would stay with her till her dying breath. Then she looks to Ahmil, as smile appearing on parched lips...they would have fun together. Turning forward on her rusty mare again, she leans forward and urges her mount into a canter, her gang following. +



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