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Date Posted: 17:11:25 06/12/03 Thu
Author: Se.cl.us.io.n
Subject: ..Re.tu.rn..O'..Th.e..Is.ol.at.io.n..

Wee one slithers across the loam, auds flattened against her skull. a heavy heart all that weights down her scrawny carcass. misty optics stare ahead. total darkness. not even the sun's rays can harm them. nasal chasms twitch, odors attacking them savage. a sneeze escapes her, making her entire bodice quiver. throat dry, she slowly makes her way across the lithosphere, nearer to the musk o' a svelte stream. well drags herself really. "Ah, dear father.. I miss ye", words a mere rasp. already, though quite young, she had left her adoptive padre to merely explore and learn much o' the world's strange ways. though was foolish thing for one whom had never in her life seen the sunlight, nor the dancing lights in the sky known as the stars. the mission, a failure. now, what was to become o' her? would the beloved father known to she as Karm accept her back into his life? or should he cast her aside to find her own way to survive? she would, no doubt, become buzzard food should she continue upon her own, though this was not known to her.

I am
Se.cl.us.io.n

I am
8 months?

I am
A panther

I was sculpted
To have a delicate build, bones small and fragile. mine cloak is that o' total jet. my eyesight the same. those blind orbs are the hue o' smoke dancing above the fire.

I
Look innocent enough, yet I can have quite the temper.. I am wise for one my age, and yet still ignorant. I fear much, yet without fear, how could one carry on? I miss the one dubbed Karn. I suppose I am loyal, though perhaps my loyalty should be tested..

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Actually, just so I won't have to go through all that crap for her excuse of being gone and making up and all that, I'll make a new charry.. -- Wynter, 18:44:45 06/12/03 Thu