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Subject: § keep thine allies close, but thine enemies closer... § Author: Shadow's Secrets [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 03:18:07 09/27/02 Fri Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.169 In reply to: Shadow's Secrets 's message, "§ keep thine allies close, but thine enemies closer... §" on 17:31:28 09/26/02 Thu § down in the heat of battle, you know nothing. you are oblivious to the events around. all you are aware of is endless slashing, maunvering, and rage. rage for everything in life that seems unsatisfactory to you. and yet, even on the coldest days, battle is almost too hot to stand. § § battle scarred pelt moves slightly, a mere shifting of frame. ths place is obviously where she is intended to be, but this particular inamorato would not be led about! audits flatten themselves upon shadowed dome. stepping into the open swiftly, her shape begins to chage... § § ebon pelage becomes feathered like a raven. velveteen transfroms into a powerful beak. pistons merge to become wings, as nails become talons. only the endless pools of hatred remain the same. seconds, the dryad of once equine shape is now a huge hawk. fem gives off one uneartly scream before spreading her magnificent wings and taking off. breifly, all sunlight is blocked as the shadowy form wings her way over the land, in search of where she wanted to be... § § perhaps she would return. perhaps she wouldn't. her life is in her hands, and she wishes to enjoy that for awhile. § [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]