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Date Posted: 11:29:12 11/29/03 Sat
Author: <font color="navy"> Winded Spark </font>
Subject: Blood Unseen Is Blood Unshed
In reply to: Only Time 's message, "~* Time will Tell" on 11:27:16 11/29/03 Sat





A dashing type of glare is sentenced upon her comrade. Actions speak louder then words, was always Spark's moto. But leave it to Liberty to destroy the fantasy out of every stalking. The spit fire banshee's mandible is arched precariously, her own sense of dominion seething from the muscles in her nape and the growl from her gullet. Tread the waters carefully, darlin'. Weaponry grind rythmically as flames mistress saunters about in anticipation beside the Raven, her patience wearing ever thin with the amount of confidence this wench before her had. It was perposterious to think that this opposer could possibly know who the duo laden in front of her were, when she acted as though she had any chance in hell against them. To say she would not give up, that she would try, was like betting your money on a snail in a thoughbred race. A blunt stare is directed nonchalantly towards the blackened scyth, a silent questioning of wheather now would be a good time to ring in the screams. The blood lick'd chassis is then pivoted towards this "Only Time" fae, and the poltergeists pillars drive her forward to confront the "fatale." her movments mimick those of a battle stricken snake, low and daunting, spring-loaded. She caters her chassis in a taunting semi-circle about the intruder, a hiss verberating off the Cobra's tongue. who's going to back you up, little filla? You dare to say you stand a chance against both liberty and myself? Let me ask you a single question. Where's your scars, vixen? I don't see a trace of death a-mark within those pretty eyes, have you ever witnessed a friends blood streaming across the soil in your wake? I have. Have you ever heard the scream of a foal coming from between your jaws? I have. Have you ever been burned alive with the torment of knowledge that comes when a lover passes or abandons you? I have. Once you see what I've seen, felt what I've felt, and suffered what I've suffered. Be it then, that you stand and take your chances against me.


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