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Date Posted: 17:47:17 04/13/02 Sat
Author: Huttser
Subject: :.:Entrance...futile?:.:

:.:Upon an entrance to silent for even dragon's ears, the old brute takes his approach as an unknown relish...his eyes scan the reptilian body of the dragon, yet no recognition, surprisingly for one of his age, comes to cast his gaze....The eldered wolf listens to the girl, Stormy's proposal, and laughs an inward favor for neither side. It sounds like a fair proposal, yes....fair indeed, Stormy. Brave, brave two-legger.... His body and eyes simply radiating the magic of wisdom and good, true, intentions, he moves for the girl, unnerved by the dragon's presence. 'Tis a dragon, but all....I hate dragons, but I am not here to quarrel with snake-charmers....Alas, I am, yes, I am here for I am knowledged that Lord Sallah and the king should be here. Tarkin....Lady Rose is in grave danger. It appears she may die...Now, before we discuss things into blubbers, I must seek his audience! His voice rings about the room, his golden optics glancing from wall to wall. Where was the king??? His own worry floods his mind as he predicts what could happen without Tarkin's help.....And the midst of his flurrish glances, his gaze rests upon teh dragon's face. However misfortune chanced it, he would never understand....The wolf's eyes broadened, and his hackles came up to express the obvious....Never....no.... his mind-voice is hoarse, and drenched with not fear....but loath. K..Kavish....the devil be cursed it, it isn't you! Blast the time, I haven't got it! I'll deal with the likes of you....but Rose is first! I need the king! Has he come yet or not?:.:

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Replies:

answer -- Stormy, 19:03:31 04/13/02 Sat
- ~*~Run~*~ -- Satine, 08:16:30 04/14/02 Sun
  - Outrage... -- Kavish, 08:42:07 04/14/02 Sun
    - defensive -- Stormy, 11:26:31 04/14/02 Sun
      - :.:Refuses:.: -- Huttser, 14:10:26 04/14/02 Sun
        nods -- Stormy, 14:59:51 04/15/02 Mon
        ~*~Silence~*~ -- Satine, 15:36:07 04/15/02 Mon
        Desire?... -- Kavish, 21:13:36 04/16/02 Tue
        :.:Calm:.; -- Huttser, 07:38:44 04/17/02 Wed
        glance -- Stormy, 13:59:11 04/18/02 Thu
        :.:Interest:.: -- Huttser, 14:44:46 04/18/02 Thu
        confusion -- Stormy, 15:44:58 04/18/02 Thu
        ~*~Glance~*~ -- Satine, 16:05:51 04/18/02 Thu
        :.:Calm:.; -- Huttser, 07:41:25 04/17/02 Wed