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Lysithia
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Date Posted: 10:06:01 12/21/02 Sat
In reply to:
Lysithia
's message, "Re: Fresh Meat" on 17:40:07 12/15/02 Sun
( I want to see the Two Towers ;.; Haven't seen it yet, grr >.> )
The smile molded, shapeshifting to a rather disturbing grin of scoff, yet she was not always as the appearence.
"Well then.", she pauses, glancing back towards the followers of the Drappa, "I guess, I will leave, eh? What's the using of losing my life to such a petty thing as territory disruption, eh? Or submitting myself to another just as to follow and be another sheep in the herd. I'll go."
And she arose to mitts, skimp physique literally hopping off the elder wood. Each paw lands synchronously on the floor with a dull thud, particles and tawny dust spraying up from under the foot-pads. Coal oculars flicker to each, a gentle glitter of slight repentance, and yet this was saved only by the saturated glare of sardonic blithe.
The plume flicks to and fro in one round, then rests only inches from the ground. The posture is nice, tapered skull pointed back towards the tribe of canines,
"Lysithia. Remember that, eh?" She gives a gentle grin, the voice so tender.
And with the single, last note, she turned her head forward, ears of bat similarity flipping forward in slight vigilance. Slowly, she walks off with an essence of cat-like grace.
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