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[> [> }Crying Tears of Fire{ -- Heretic, 07:08:07 08/07/03 Thu

}the mahogany fae watches from the shadows. So another had come. This terrain had been dead for too long. It was far past time for activity{

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[> [> Digging in deep -- Barbwire and Roses, 06:01:48 08/09/03 Sat

The chestnut was happy to find someone around the area. I am called Rose, but my full name is Barbwire and Roses. The mare waited patiently for a response. She was in no hurry, and she had been known for her patients. She had waited two years once, for a flower to bloom, it never did, the winter had killed the seed. She was staring into Firelights orbs before she came back to the present.

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[> [> [> º : . Threat of a New Day . : º -- Firelight, 10:27:14 08/09/03 Sat

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[> [> [> [> Digging in Deep -- Barbwire and Roses, 14:45:06 08/10/03 Sun

Mare calmly allowed the other to leave, feeling, once again, lonely. She began to hum quietly. She was bored and had nowhere else to go. Maybe she should leave, since everyone is preoccupied, but no, this place would do.

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[> [> [> [> }Crying Tears of Fyre{ -- Heretic, 14:45:28 08/10/03 Sun

}Watching the lead disappear and answer to the call of a fight, the mahogany demoness slithers from the shadows. Her globes appear pitless as the stab into the occules of the other. Towers constantly flickering the fae approaches with her head held even with her bodice. A sneer is released as she nears the other damsel{
As you can see, the terra is in a bit of a frenzy. Too much struggle for power if you ask me. But, if you feel up to it, the best to you. I'm Heretic. I wish thee good luck upon these forsaken lands.

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[> [> [> [> [> Digging in Deep -- Barbwire and Roses, 07:17:51 08/13/03 Wed

The mare stares at the other, her gentle nature vanishing in a moment. If you believe there is too much struggle for power in these lands, why do you not leave? I am called Rose, my full name as you might know, is Barbwire and Roses. I thank you for your good wishes, Heretic, but luck never earns us anything, does it now? The mare calmly stares back into the others pitless eyes, matching her orbs to the others. The cool and icy gaze was new to her, but she would play this game.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> }Crying Tears Of Fyre{ -- Heretic, 10:45:59 08/13/03 Wed

}a sneer escapes her nares at the words of the other 'evil' mare. {
I don't leave because I've been with these lands longer than any whom reside here. And as for luck what harm can it do? None at all.
}the demoness meets the other's gaze with fire. Fire vs. Ice, which is stronger? Which is more deadly? Watching the other, she amuses herself with the thought of the other thinking herself to be evil. She'd come to learn what evil really meant soon enough{
I'd say it's a pleasure, but I find no pleasure conversing with a softy.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Roses no Longer -- Barbwire and Roses, 18:39:34 08/14/03 Thu

The mare returned the sneer. Though she allowed her intense gaze to lighten. I believe there is more than 'roses' under me. As my name, the Barbwire will still hold. As rusted as it is. You can forget the Roses, call me Barbwire if you please. As you said, I find no pleasure in talking to one with no soul, Demoness. With a genuine flick of her tail she troted away from the crazed other.


{This is from the player of Barbwire, Your a great rper. I'm not that good at it :D }

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> }Crying Tears of Fyre{ -- Heretic, 05:45:48 08/18/03 Mon

}Auricles pivot towards the source of annoyed sounds. Her heated gaze never faultered. Stifling a sneer, she watches as the other moves off. Muttering silently to herself{
Barbwire it is.

(ooc: hehe thanks. Practice.. loads of practice. I've been at CM for 3yrs. And I rp at other places. But thankyou)

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ---Steam--- -- Barbwire & Roses, 17:40:55 08/18/03 Mon

The mare continues to gaze around, a little altered by the look of things, but it was something..

(ooc- Do you know any other good rp sites?? Welcome!)

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