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Date Posted: 18:10:41 04/01/02 Mon
Author: Nevender
Subject: .: ignore above! Read this! :.
In reply to: Nevender 's message, "� infeurno... �" on 18:02:56 04/01/02 Mon

� Infeurno in optics kindles, neither good nor evil was he. � Do not speak m'am. It shall only make this situation worse. � Muzlin is preased lightly against a heaving shoulder, calming she. � I was told of your exhistance by my sibling, Dark. The only way to avenge my brother's death is to save you, let the guilt dwell 'pon thee for the rest of your life. I mean no harm by this m'am. I hang constantly in the balance, I have not yet killed another of my kind, and I do not plan to.
If you were to call me a goodie you would be mistaken, for I am neither for good nor ill... � he looks around at the deserted terra. Optics flash as he notices no steed but himself caring for this exquisite creature, hate wells up for the beta and alpha all at once, but is kept hidden. �

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�Breathing slows to normal once more as orbs look to steed, once more they search about the terra...no one. Where was her herd? There was no need to save her...the guilt she felt for the blood which had been spilled was to much already.� Aye...and I shall live with this for the rest of my days.�Once more f'mmora lays pate 'pon terra, it was unknown whether she would survive� (NT) -- Dark Horizon, 21:20:32 04/01/02 Mon
- � steed of autumn hue stands over she, a whispering phrase repeats, the words of his people � uem i'calad, gerin hathard. � Optics switch back to she, � you will live, for through two deaths there can only be misery. But for my joy you shall live. � Optics linger 'pon her for longer than is necessary, before he looks away, searching the territory disgruntled � (NT) -- Nevender, 23:26:11 04/01/02 Mon
  - �Orbs swivel as well not looking about terra for the others. Breathing had become a bit more easy, wound had begun to heal, the bleeding had stopped. Grunt emitted as f'mmora pushes her bulk up off the terra, shakey pistons hold� (NT) -- Dark Horizon, 21:12:12 04/05/02 Fri
    - � light nod is given to'ard her, glad to see she is up. He stands at her side, still worried and pained by a scar across left shoulder � (NT) -- Nevender, 00:39:06 04/06/02 Sat
      - �Dial lowers to look at scar, forelock falls into line o' vision as she returns her gaze to the mascu� Thank you for your help m'lord...it will not be forgotton... �Banner caresses haunches as light breeze picks up� (NT) -- Dark Horizon, 15:32:39 04/06/02 Sat
        � piercing gaze faces she, � and so I should hope, but all is lost in time m'am. � His watch continues to notice the absence of caregivers in the area, brow furrows as he paces forth � I cannot stay, I have yet to find what I seek m'am. (NT) -- Nevender, 18:34:04 04/06/02 Sat
        � A split second is all it takes to make the healer's decision. Large obsidians spring he from interra, a shrieking cry descends from the air. He will return, one day � (NT) -- Nevender, 18:38:21 04/06/02 Sat
        �F'mmora watches the mascu go, a saddend look held within orbs. Dial swivels about, no one here, this was becoming quite annoying...� (NT) -- Dark Horizon, 19:43:21 04/06/02 Sat