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Subject: ::An Icey personality:: Author: Shadow of A Doubt [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:27:07 01/18/02 Fri The large muscular wolf walks in his ears pinned. One wing half out, the other neatly along his spine. Optics gleam silver as he looks around, disgusted at the pleasure that surrounded the Avians, but also disgusted at his miserable father for bing what he is. He is the son of Synge, whom lay intombed upon the peaks of Raven Mountains, suffering for the blow he brought upon the Avians. He also knew his dear little sister lived among the Avian filth, but he didn't know her to be a Spirit as the Avians and Demons knew. He growled savagely at the wolves whom stood there, and then he sat calmly, as if he'd been chilled of his bloody behavior. White fur blew in the breeze, and a splash of silver on his muzzle glistened. A similar sort of smudge, resembling a snowflake glistened on his hip, a long silver jagged scar over one eye. He patiently waited, hoping to meet the notorious Tundra whom intombed his pack in the Mountains -knowing not of RainDance's part- with a savage gin. He preened one demonic wing and finally folded that one neatly along his spine.. ::Enemy of Good::Enemy of Evil::A Split personaliyty of both::But not Neutral::Evil at Birth::Notorious being::Renegade of the Demons::Renegade of the Goods:: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ~A low snarl~ Tundra 21:47:50 01/18/02 Fri growls loudly -- Staren, 22:41:51 01/18/02 Fri Re: growls loudly -- Shadow of A Doubt, 07:14:39 01/19/02 Sat Stay where you are. -- Staren, 21:01:42 01/19/02 Sat ~Smirks~ -- Tundra, 21:10:28 01/19/02 Sat Re: ~Smirks~ -- Shadow, 18:19:40 01/21/02 Mon ~Cold~ -- Tundra, 19:58:24 01/21/02 Mon ~Dashes~ -- Kahlan, 20:02:24 01/21/02 Mon Re: ~Dashes~ -- Shadow of A Doubt, 06:06:47 01/22/02 Tue ~Snarls~ -- Tundra, 18:10:54 01/22/02 Tue ~Surprise~ -- Kahlan, 18:12:41 01/22/02 Tue