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Gaea, Forceful Angel, Trouble With Angels, and Angel Tears
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Date Posted: 19:04:28 09/21/01 Fri
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. Anarchy . -Vertigo-
's message, ". amuse . -ill at ease-" on 19:04:04 09/20/01 Thu
Elder fatale observes the masculine with amusement in the depths of enchanting hazel hues, if the 'smiling' gesture was meant to be a threat, the creature does not seem to notice, but her gaze falls upon Vertigo and then Anarchy in turn, seeming to penetrate to their very soul. "I extend my well wishes and hospitality if you come in peace, Anarchy." She declares, her voice melodic, yet owning an offtone sort of manner, as if war has already been declared upon her, and being attacked again will make little difference.
Lobes flatten warningly upon the poll of the one dubbed Forceful Angel, her dark, hateful pools of neverending hue glowering from their 'prisons', her muscular figure unvisibly taut, prepared to spring without a moment's notice.
Emotionless ooids hauntingly gaze ahead, the fatale of supreme lineage showing little interest in either masculines, yet she too is unvisibly prepared to attack, forever just a droid when in the presence of indiviuals that mean little to her.
The fatale seems to awaken from a bad dream, shaking her pate and glancing about, her fragil skeleton trembling from lack of proper food. Ooids regain their friendly shine, and her pate tilts slightly, observing Vertigo with surprise reflecting in her pools of emotion. "Vertigo?" Her voice is hoarse and trembly from lack of use, but nonetheless, she speaks. She glances at the other male, and feels the aura of uneasiness about long lost lover. Warning growl errupts from the depths of her chest as she approaches the male upon unsteady limbs, nuzzling him with enlongated muzzle. Inhales his scent 'greedily', but withdraws after the brief contact, returning to her place in the accomodation of lupines, most of which are gaping at her like she has gone mad.
Light smile dawns upon the elder's muzzle. "Welcome back to the real world, Angel Tears." She murmurs, barely auidable to those around her, her gaze still locked upon this intruder, her orbs seeming to reflect some sort of a friendly challenge to him. She has met many stubbornly unsubmissive beasts in her old age, more then she has ever in this last year, and has learned not to allow such insolence to be tolerated...while minor submissions are shown, and she is satisfied, she is aware that many of her pack would not accept such stupidity, and she mentally pities the ones that go against eachother with brute hatred and the goal for dominance as their goal.
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