| Subject: ..::.+.::..Linger..::.+.::.. |
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Ethra'Kaal
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Date Posted: 17:57:01 07/21/02 Sun
In reply to:
Flecks
's message, "~+Exit+~" on 19:54:56 07/20/02 Sat
((Uh-ohhhh....he's back! Hey Dawn, do you have Kaal's info? I lost it all!! It's all on my Dad's laptop which is currently in Zurich....))
..::.+.::..
..L.i.n.g.e.r..
Silently the chimerical male lingers, keeping himself carefully shrouded within his domicile, the shadows.
Careening to spy and listen 'pon his Sire and elder sister. Sneering at her somewhat chastity to her Father's affairs and matters o' 'business'. As he spied he felt something foreign to him that swelled in his chest, provoking his hatred even further. Scoffing quietly to this feeling, it's absurd he could be even remotely jealous o' that wench. Continued he did, lingering in the shadows, secluded and apart from any. 'Tis where he belonged. Or was it? His current existance was, frankly, rather dull and uneventful. Having nothing to do but dwell in his own hatred. Hatred that of all in his petty and boring world, save for his Mother and younger sister, Onyxsablet. He had yet to truely hate his Sire, for he did, indeed, wish for a better relationship. Thinking it may serve him better in the future to be in his good graces...And he desired it to, as any son may. But no, he would not seek it, if his Father wanted it too he shall present it. Though as arrogant as they both were, that day may never come..
For in and out, above, about, below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go."
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