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Date Posted: 15:50:02 01/16/03 Thu
the shadows had fallen, quite to the namesake of the land, across the fields of shadowland. the dark umbrage they provided held captive a feline unlike any who had previously transgressed across the lands. well, perhaps captive is not the right word. she was free. free and malicious and seductive and evil. yes, those words quite well showed her personality. i will highlight the word evil, for anyone who cares to dispute that she belongs within these lands. it was with a vindictive hiss that she exited the sanctuary of the shadows, and meandered through the lands of the shadows. she bowed her head to known, and barely signified her notice of them, but within her mind, a picture of each was captured and held tight to gray matter, should future referance be made nescesary. her form was perfectly toned to the color of the night, so dark was she. a panther she was. her eyes were an eerie and unearthly emerald, as green as the grass, but burning bright, boring in to soul of any who dared meet her gaze. a hiss slipped from her, and her maw opened to reveal a threatening set of razor sharp fangs. her hide was scarred many times over, proof of her bloodlust. yes, it could not be denied that she loved to fight. and she was good at it. of course, if you don't believe me, feel free to challenge her. but for your safety, i would suggest just taking my word for it. she moved with supple grace, the epitome of perfection. how sublime she was, and yet how vicious. with her intentions hidden beneath a mask of impassive thoughts, she continued to cross through the lands, until at last coming to a stop, huanches slidding beneath her, as she sat before the king, this blaise creature. her gaze locked with his in open defiance, and a coy smile dance within her visionary pools.
salutations, my new king. i am heretic. i bring a proposition which may intrigue you.
her words were low and raspy, sly and venomous. while she never lied, she never told the truth either. yes, she was as sincere as a liar could be. her zenith was elevated to a lofty position, and a rather smug smirk rested on her features. she was used to being a rogue, and she was used to having no superiors. of course, if she had it her way, she wouldn't have any superiors for very long. no, soon she would be queen. soon, she promised herself.
H E R E T I C
put your trust in the mission
we will not repent - this is our religion
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