| Subject: ..Y.ou've B.een S.lashed.. |
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Date Posted: 09:28:38 03/13/03 Thu
In reply to:
~ º §†reak oƒ Fire º ~
's message, "¥ Don't Get Burned ¥" on 06:30:19 03/13/03 Thu
.Stygian damsel simply nods at §ilver §treak and the others. Congradulations on becoming tyrant, m'lord.. she utters nay more, merely sits there a somewhat friendly smile is flashed t'wards her as ivory daggers are displayed. but just as abruptly as it had come it vanishes. she had grown slightly older, and had left this place. Akeyla had once offered her the position o' queen at his side, but she did nay truly love the masculine, nor care about the position he had. ok, so possibly the virago's organ that dances so lively in her bosom did do a dance just for Akeyla at one time, but he chose Shadow o'er her, so then all vanished. How amusing.. still they fight o'er him? I respect him, but no.. I shan't fight o'er a sahib whom nay desires me. at Harlequin's approach, hackles raise, and her posture goes stiff. just because her mother had befriended this wench, doth nay mean that she will. she vociferates a low growl, standing and taking a singular step away. yellow optics glower balefully at her for a moment, this was visible for a moment, then all emotion fades away along the zephyr once again.. as Streak O' Fire dareth sit next to she, she simply utters a low greeting. Fire..
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