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Date Posted: 23:12:59 09/25/01 Tue
Author: Amarante DeFlour
Subject: �Silence�

�The chill blast of wind, the strwak of falling snow, the last cry of the raven in the moonlight, the last tree which sways at midnight, these are the things of peace and turmoil, each fighting off the other. The call of the lone wolf, the bugle of the buck elk, all sybolize their reign. And yet it ends, through the seasons, and then it starts once more as the autumn turns to winter, the trees once more become bare, and the ground is once more covered with fine powder. And so she comes forth 'round the bend, riding tall 'pon massive steed of ebon brown, who's coat intertwined elegantly, easily with the snow and birch. Cloak of buckskin tightly fastened about shoulders in order to keep warmth on dreary day, own steed's pelt thick with nature. With swift movement they where off once more, passing through the trees, plaited hair resting easily 'pon back. They finally slowed, coming for perhaps the last time or first stop in many ages. Ebon eyes, tore ruthlessly through the clearing, observing the call of the raven bird and the scent of the doe. And they where alone, the steed of gray, or Eduardo, and the woman of ebon features, Amarante DeFlour�

�Name�Amarante DeFlour�
�Age�Of Nineteen Years�
�Gender�Female�
�Clothing�Hide Dress, Various Jewelry Decorating Further Such As Waist Band Of Beads. Large Buckskin Cloak, Pelt Of Beast Still Remaining On The Outside�
�Eye/Hair Color�Of Ebon Trio�

�Name�Eduardo�
�Age�Of Ten Years�
�Gender�Male�
�Clothing�Pelt Of Ebon Brown�
�Eye/Hair Color�Amber Pools And Deep Brown Pelt�

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Replies:

�Approach� -- Raven, 08:10:58 09/26/01 Wed
- Re: �Approach� -- Amarante, 16:17:01 09/26/01 Wed
  - �watched� -- Raven, 16:30:46 09/26/01 Wed