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Date Posted: 00:33:48 01/05/02 Sat
Author: Xarethania
Subject: ~shudders~
In reply to: Sileas 's message, "+She left silently, heading for the Consul area+" on 17:07:54 01/04/02 Fri

~the thought of being watched was unusual, but actually being watched made her uneasy where she stood. She looked away, peering through the dainty trees that stood in the distance but strangley close. She trembled, for she was constantly being spied on in her past and it was not of great expectations. She turned back at the other, her eyes flickering as if she was muddled in thought. Also, her face showed less expression then it would normally, but slightly frowned. She was unsure of her greeting, though that is exactly what she was. A gothic from the past, but she had learnt much from her experiences, never wanting to be like others, fussing over their looks. Returning to reality, from her millisecond thoughts, she nods at the other. Her eyes faded as she looked down at her feet. Tight black snake skin boots, her dress reached the ground and she held her hands by her sides, her fingernails revealing blackness with a tattoo imbedded in each thumb nail. Her blonde hair just sat in the breeze, as though not bothered by it. As hard as cement it looked, but really as soft as silk. She decided to speak to the other, though not sure of what to say~

..Dark Eve, interesting. What orgin are you of?..


~she wondered about her~

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