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Date Posted: 19:47:06 07/19/04 Mon
Author: Black Daisy
Subject: .+. Welcome .+.
In reply to: ra'ad 's message, ".thunderstruck" on 19:38:20 07/19/04 Mon

"So, where are you from? Or do you not want to explain your history? I was abondoned while i was young, my mother, father and brother were captured. I was stuck on a god-for-saken island with nothing but sand. I had no grass, no fresh water, only salt water. I swam here, and decided to join this tt, don't worry ol' chap, you'll love it here. It's just like you. So do you have a mate?" *Her lonely heart seems to beat as fast as it ever has, and as slow as it ever has at the same time. Something was happening, but this feeling had never happened to her before. Her red speckles shine in the sunlight that barely shone on her. She stared into his cold looking eyes, waiting for a reply that would satisfy her.*

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[> .thunderstruck -- ra'ad, 19:56:38 07/19/04 Mon

well the welcome wagon seems to have arrived, i feel particuarly grateful

the alabaster's shadowy abysses swept over the succumbus' lithe figure, greeting her with only the toss of a regally-carved pate and the flaring of his black nostrils . i come from a place known as phantasmagoria, where evil reigned and no light could shine through, but my history is of no importance; it is gone, like sand through an hourglass . an amused chuckle erupted from between his labarums, sensing her eager courting . if you were a flamingo my dear, you'd be dancing the chicken dance . no, i prefer to keep myself detached from any emotional ties . after all, i never know what a day will bring me; death, bloodshed, exile . his scarred torso twisted gently and he stood taut and alert, for who could trust the darkness that had betrayed him

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