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Date Posted: 19:14:45 09/13/01 Thu
Author: � The Coffin Dancer �
Author Host/IP: adsl-64-218-106-19.dsl.kscymo.swbell.net / 64.218.106.19
Subject: � .: d a n s e m a c a b r e :. �

Her dark eyes blaze fierce with an ominous cry. Six years, she has eluded capture from vengeful foe or poisened love. Drawn to her prey, she lies cautiously in the wake of glade. Her breath is drawn smoothly and with silence, her poise of unpracticed perfection.

She steps fourth from the glade with a prideful stride, mocking what misprize stands before the vale. Enchanted elegance deems her presence hypnotizing, eerie in her dismal mistique. Tepid storms rage within her mind, daunting infernos raging war. Each collision is evident, though still the resurrection of her voice has yet to be heard.

Harsh whispers dare the world tremble, vibrant in it's power of her emotions unleashed. A sharp hiss of uncontested violence advances into the air with a rate of disturbing quickness. The winds voice of frozen misfortune, hate and betrayal, laughing mockingly as the fear wraps itself in embrace around the souls of the innocent.

Cynical and unpredictable, she is beautiful in the way of all. Sterling in all her graces, her banners of deep ebon. Branded forever upon her shoulder lies the rare mark, christianed Danse Macabre by the giver. The Grim Reaper dancing with a maiden, in front of the coffin that is said to be her own.

� The Coffin Dancer �

Name: � The Coffin Dancer �
Age: Unknown; Elite, and in her prime
Color: Wolf: The blu-black sheen of obsidian, polished by the raven's wing, with glowing eyes of vibrant blue. Human: Petite, attractively pale with the same sheen of obsidian as her hair, and the bold, unflinching blue in her eyes.
Gender: Female
Personality: Haughty and sarcastic, her self-confidence is evident in her aire. Shroudded in her dismal mistique, she is mystery, and has a sharp reputation in her deadly wrath.
Appearence: She is seen only when she wants to be, the stunning beauty contrary to the savage aire, throbbing painfully when she lurks.

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