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Date Posted: 20:31:54 05/04/03 Sun
Author: Band
Subject: -quickened death-
In reply to: Silver Mist 's message, "*A Silver Line of Trust, but Does it Truly Exisits*" on 19:39:52 05/04/03 Sun

A form sits silently at the entrance of the 'room' Silver Mist had gone into. It is of a wolf; untainted white fur and brilliant azure pools. His build is average, not overly large and certainly not emaciated. Simply lean and light, well accustomed to its physical use. The male's eyes gaze evenly upon the female, radiating vast intelligence and life yet also guarded coldness which always inhabits their clear blue depths. Ears sit high upon the wolf's head, alert to whatever noises surround them. His posture is casual yet regal and semi-dignified. Impulse alone had put the alabaster in the position he is in now, spilling his innermost desires to the one before him and then later following her here; he is a creature of sudden, unpredictable actions. He searches Silver Mist's face, trying to capture her emotional viewpoint. All he can see is pain and despair, and the male knows it was caused by him. But what could he do? He surely couldn't trust his own words, for (following his decree of unpredictability to the mark) there is a good chance that he would say or possibly do yet another unacceptable thing. However, his one true friend before him needed something. Tentatively, the white tests the waters. Silver Mist, He begins, voice quieter than usual. I'm sorry. All speech halts. His words hang roughly in the air. Wispy white tail of his taps the ground a few times hesitantly.

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