| Subject: *silent* |
Author:
Thorn
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Date Posted: 20:06:12 01/24/03 Fri
Author Host/IP: strd-p1a-75.lakefield.net/206.40.120.82
In reply to:
Satanic Warrior
's message, "+concerned+" on 19:46:58 01/24/03 Fri
*fear. Mind shattering fear. Never had she been so afraid for her own life. The fires she had handled, the wolves had been welcome, she had wanted to die. But loosing her memory, and then control. ...And the warrior, probably hearing it all. Her pride gone, she rises, legs moving like limp noodles. But she wouldn't ask for help. She wouldn't sink that low. Ever. Visage lowers to graze, but grass tastes coppery like own blood, so actions are abandoned. Silence is thick like the most dense of fogs, but she can think of nothing to say, nor anything she wanted to hear.*
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