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Date Posted: 23:06:25 07/21/02 Sun
Author: Saber D'Mavais
Subject: ((This one's kinda long. Umm... Inside >> ))
In reply to: Aduial Twilight 's message, "**A lone and solemn figure strides through the underbrush of the woodlands, head turning warily from side to side. Dressed in a light green cloak, hood drawn back reveals a weaponless Wildcat, Aduial Twilight.**" on 21:19:30 07/02/02 Tue

**Ahead, the sound of an approaching beast can be heard. Each step sounds deliberate but no care seems to be taken to keep quiet.
Soon a dark figure cane be seen between the trees in front of Aduial. The woodlands fall into silence for a moment as the figure moves out of view, when suddenly a wildcat steps out from behind a tree** Hello, hello... **His eyes narrow, a fiendish grin finds itself on the wildcat's face. The brown striped, tan-furred wildcat is dressed all in black. He wears a loose, high-collared, long-sleeved shirt and thick, close-fitting trousers. His footpaws sport a pair of leather boots. Hanging at the right of his belt is a sheathed rapier with an ornately designed hand guard, at the left of his belt hangs a slim, fencing dagger.
The wildcat yawns, and casually lowers his black, leather-gloved right paw and draws the long rapier from his side. He needs a bit of practice, and he feels that this other wildcat might just do.** My name is Saber D'Mauvais you might want to take note of it as it will probably be the last name you ever hear...

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**Stops short of the Wildcat, an annoyed glare settling on its face. Taking a step back, also draws a weapon, his long and slender Fencing Sabre, an intricate hand guard set above the grip. With face now slightly downcast, levels his eyes up at Saber D'Mavais. Weapon held out to his right side, waiting for the first move.** I don't think so, this party's over!... (NT) -- Aduial Twilight, 21:34:46 07/22/02 Mon