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Date Posted: 14:24:20 10/27/04 Wed
Author: Tormenta Del Viento
Subject: ...Fear...
In reply to: SnowStar 's message, ".::.Reality.::." on 08:12:55 10/26/04 Tue

Bleached brute felt dazed; pupils growing from insignificant slits to greatly oversized disks. Stag extended his snout and quickly brushed his against the dove's. Quickly recoiling, the beast sounded.
O, Angel!
O, Dove!
SnowStar, how I rejoyce of your being!
For I feared there where none but I
Forgive me of my zealous,
But here you stand!

They called me Tormenta Del Viento,
But O! Maiden! You may name me as you wish!
For you have vanquished the darkest of hells...
...This alone.

-The Fallen Soldier.-

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