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Subject: ::i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming::


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Briallan
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Date Posted: 22:49:26 04/20/03 Sun
In reply to: Darenzia 's message, "-~Don't cry for me argentina~-" on 19:52:45 04/20/03 Sun

*hurt expression crossing her features she stepped away from him, acting as a puppy does after it had been kicked. She both feared and distrusted the male now. Who could blame her though? After having a blade held to their throat, who could trust after an attempt had been made on her life? It wasn't her life she feared for. It was the child she carried that she feared for. Begining to feel ill to her stomach, pale emeralds veiled themselves behind painted lids. Lips parting ever so slightly, she took in a slow breath, taking up an athame that lay discarded upon the table top. Where the one she had before was ornate and polished, this one was crude looking and basic. This one had a story, like all artifacts did. What that story was lay inscribed in the book of shadows hidden within the walls of the apartment. Saddened expression glazing her stare, she placed the tip of the blackened blade against the major artery of her arm.* Aenaisaigo. *whispered name passing her lips, the tip bore down into the flesh, spilling her own blood on virgin snow. Eyes shut tight with tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips parted, letting out the most ungodly shriek. All the glass, from the mirrors adorning the walls to the patio's sliding glass door, shattered into a fine powder, catching the light like glitter. Shriek dying down to a low whine, the blade clattered to the tile flooring, her blood staining the blackened metal and dripping to the polished tile. A wild expression glazing her pale eyes, she stared at Dar in a manner that hinted at the potential violence that could be unleashed at a moment's notice. The blood she spilled was an offering to the source. A sort of key that would allow her access to tap a small portion of that energy. All that pain. All that anger. All that frustration and hate. It had all been built up and stored away in that source.* Final warning. Leave or die.

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.:.If you've got the posion, I've got the remedy.:.Zeth09:47:17 04/21/03 Mon


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