[. The Last Angel .] -- Tanuja

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Date Posted: 20:44:24 06/02/02 Sun
Author: The Last Angel
Author Host/IP: 24.56.39.110
Subject: [. The Last Angel .]
In reply to: fate & destiny 's message, ".turtle.shell." on 20:01:28 04/14/02 Sun

[. Appearance made in lands dubbed 'Tanjua' . Flints move through, seeking place o' rest and companionship, but pause 'pon terra . what was this? . golden threads shine from glow of sphere above, tumbling out of iv'ry shell . one of brilliance paused her, movement made to its side . gems sparkled from it, the gold shone brightly like the sun it provided protection from . the tarazu's web hath caught attention o' youthful valkyrie . surely, this was not for equine use! . but still, attention held fast 'pon web . indicators prick, nares extended to draw in scent . wolves! . a quick step back taken, then a step forward again . the scent was faint, as if wolves had been long gone . surely, 'twas now safe . labrums part, enamels picking gingerly at treasure . held aloft, it shimmered and spun . unsure of how to carry the thing, chisel'd dial is tossed, and web flies for a moment, 'fore settling 'pon thorns o' enigma . there . surely, that would hold . pate shaken lightly, and trails o' web held fast 'gainst she, ends shaking lightly . a treasure if one ever saw it, to be sure . treasure in place, continuance o' journey is made, to realm o' Azaad .]

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