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Subject: Nay


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Letha
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Date Posted: 09:35:10 12/31/02 Tue
In reply to: .Demon. 's message, "[.respond.]" on 06:05:44 12/31/02 Tue

OOC: bleh, i decided that since i couldn't decide, she will just have a bunch of names. So she basically goes by anything realating to her personality. but Caligo I've started to take liking to. It is Latin for darkness n.n it fit the theme, Letha means oblivion :D

IC: The wolfess watched the male patiently, the sound of her voice silently ringing in the air. Grin curled up a bit more in her wait, noticing the red in his eyes and remembering it back when they had almost fought over the one she had crippled. It was a shame Brechin had to be there, otherwise she might have gotten to finish off that weakling Balkar.
Eyes scanned over the male's own frame, noticing all the blood that smoothed down his fur. Most would probably be disgusted, but the Shadow liked it quite a bit. An ear twitched as Demon spoke, watching him move towards her. Oh, how fun! It was almost like a game of chess!

"Nay, oh Red Eyed One. Do not be a fool and mistake me for that pathetic whelp of a pup..."

Form shifted to a relaxed sit, her grin still there like that of a psychotic jester. Back to waiting, pondering if he might be bright enough to put the pieces together and understand what she was saying. No doubt he was. Pink tongue slipped out from ebon maw, running across her teeth absently. All the blood was making her want to feel it slip down her throat. She had half a mind to bite her own leg. It was likely to be healed before she was out again, anyways.

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