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Date Posted: 22:03:20 12/25/02 Wed
Author: [�] [ace] [of] [spades] [�]
Author Host/IP: 144.139.135.64
Subject: [�] [this is one game you can't win] [�]
In reply to: Satan 's message, "*�*Speaking of The Devil�*�" on 14:04:56 12/22/02 Sun

[�] [behemoth stood, occuli watching beat. crania tilted, auditives flicked back. fight? why bother. he rather save his energy for a real beast to fight, one not of thy same realm as he. labrums drawn back in a sneer, brainlate tossed swarthy locks from visage, banner flicked bloodsucker away from frame. appendai move slowly carry, beast away from challenger sideays, dial held ready, optics watching other. should attack come, he would be ready. time had taught him to be always ready] [�]

cool ;) i'm a patient person except for ppl who don't read rules!!!

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[> [> [> �Speaking of the Devil� -- Satan, 11:47:23 01/07/03 Tue (65.148.2.166)

.�. Some say when you die you're dead, But for him Death was only the begginging. Now he's lost....�.

Hellions auds laced to cranium showed of his uncertianty of this stranger. Limbs planted firmly holding his possestion foolishness of his Heritage had been at each's throaghts enough to drive one mad it seemed. All of the royal's quarlings had seemed to gone to his head, it seemed any of the slightest could set off his anger. Boiling oynx-gold rimmed optics continued watching it seemed both were waiting for the next to move. A sharp whistle echoed through the perfect land as a slow steady approach was made t'wards the other. He halted the movement closer to the steed but yet still far away, his vocals let forth the deep hissing voice as his long awaited words came, "Does thee not see this land has been taken? I wish of no battle unless absolute certainty of the matter comes. My wishes are only that you leave this terrian as my own as it was before. You shall not have to exit your being I only want of my terrian."

OOC: sorry it took me so long to reply but I forgot to add that I was going to my dad's for a week right after that so I didn't get a chance to reply, I can probaly do what I said before now, I should be able to reply 2-4 days after each of the previous replys.

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