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Subject: ~what is right and what is an illusion~ Author: Illusion [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:42:31 06/14/02 Fri In reply to: Jet Black 's message, "+silent appearance+" on 02:43:35 06/14/02 Fri ~receptors suddenly swivel atop poll, catching the distant sound of hoofbeats of another. though the form of their owner was invisible, the hoofbeats grew increasingly louder, as if a ghost was streaking across the terra. the sound was like thunder, loud, authoritive, demanding. cranium rises, ivories cease their browsing. bright emerald oculars strain, looking at nothing and yet looking at something within the abyss (sp?). auds are now pricked, listening intently to the sound, nares flare in a wary snort. the obsidian masculine appears suddenly, as if from thin air. painted one dips dial in greeting to the authoritive form, a reply to the brujo's snort. as whistle pierces the air, cranium lift slightly, his own tune rising 'pon the breeze. when cranium lowers again, the dark one is gone..~ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]