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Date Posted: 13:21:44 06/30/02 Sun
Author: Night's Legacy
Subject: low growl
In reply to: Winter 's message, "Re: enters" on 12:40:33 06/29/02 Sat

Realizing she were no longer a loner and able to do as she wished she bites her toung (sp?). Being silent she keeps her head down, but her eyes are still a bit hard as she speaks. She had always hated to be the submissive one. "I'm Night's Legacy," the white female seemed to fight herself to keep her head down... "I wish to join your pack..."

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[> [> [> Nods. -- Winter, 14:01:11 06/30/02 Sun

"You may," she says, acknowledging the femme's shown respect, "All I ask is that you respect my mate and I," she says leaving out 'other members' allowing the femme to make her own assumptions about them...

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[> [> [> [> snicker -- Night's Legacy, 14:08:49 07/01/02 Mon

So that were Curse's mate? Night's Legacy weren't sure if she'd laugh or cry, as she shook her head lightly. This pack seemed to be more interesting the Silver Moon. She knew it had some 'history' to it, but it really... who cared?
"Boring, boring, boring..." she muttered and layed down on the spot, her cold eyes going over the pack with a slight interest. She weren't sure what to do with... everything. Nothing had cougth (sp?) her interest. Yet.

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