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Date Posted: 15:52:30 05/05/03 Mon
Author: Shifter
Subject: ||That Shadow that haunted you... was Me||

||Jaw is set tightly, curses running through his mind, cursing mostly himself. Muscular frame stood blended with the dark relfections on the edge of the terra. Ooids of the sea gaze upon the terra of sands as golden banner is lifted by a sharp breeze, cutting at the open wound upon his neck. Ebon' steed puts a iron dagger forward then draws it back, unsure. Sighs and chest heaved with a deep sigh. At least he knew where his twin dwelled now. Smirk tugs at the corners of his mug; proud was he of his beloved twin. Now... what to do with such knowledge? Approach or melt away? Front daggers are lifted slightly. Steed moves away from cursed place. Funny. He was here before. Ah, such cold memories. Golden whip flicks toward the barren land as turn is made, away from the land||


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[> .:\Stricken/:. -- Firelight, 19:34:59 05/05/03 Mon

Silvery daggers carry sleek form towards that o' her blood. Pillars stop to hold the terrain beneath her murky ooids peer out from under wispy forelock. Sweet nicker is emitted in small chance he might be called back. Will he not stop to speak to his own twin. Such a shame she would like to speak with him.


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