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Date Posted: 07:24:28 03/26/02 Tue
Author: k
Subject: k

The young man, though slightly older than Hurriyah, steps into The Forest. Clearly aware he did not belong here, nor was he invited and sure he was not welcome, he continues along the ground, feet making no sound. A deep laugh escapes him as he leans against the tree, watching Hurriyah and the named Jagger search for him. As it seemed, the other man didn't know what he was looking for, only that there was something out there. Though the woman, the one he sought, knew.

Turning around swiftly, the young woman peers into the forest, knowing that just in front of her, Daemon stood, watching her and Jagger. She looks up at Jagger and for a brief moment, puts a hand on his shoulder, then turns, walking into the shadows of the Forest. If she did not go to Daemon, he would surely come to her, which she knew wouldn't be good.

Watching her, his musclar arms folded across his chest, a smirk places itself on his lips. Walking up to her, he grins. "Well hello Hurriayh, long time no see."

Sighing deeply, she stands her ground. There was only one thing in this world that she feared, and that one thing was standing in front of her, Daemon. Speak and then leave."

He laughs. "Who says that I'm leaving? Does your little boyfriend over there have a problem with me?

She ignores his comment about Jagger and puts her hands on her hips. "What do you want?"

For a little while, there is much talking between the two, but soon, the sound of gasping reaches many ears.

Bringing his hand up, he grabs her throat, lifting her slightly off the ground, tighening his grip every second. "You idiot, don't talk that way to me." He taps the golden collar but does not smile as he usually would. "Do not forget what you wear, never forget what you wear." Dropping her, he looks around.

Rubbing her throat, she looks up at him but says nothing, knowing that words would only make him even more mad.

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