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Subject: � Escape is ^|Futile|

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† Nemesis †

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Date Posted: 23:36:45 12/15/04 Wed
In reply to: Moth 's message, ".[.flutter.]." on 01:04:42 12/15/04 Wed

� your intimate enemy �
� your intimate injury �
� i plan your destiny �
� your future misery �

Without any evidence of effort, the cocky glide is halted. Chassi ceasing all movement as he entered the presence of the belle. Thorns swivel atop crania as the dove utters silken words. Despite himself he feels curiousity arise. The mysterious quality of the pixie undeniable, and captivating. Boa leans outwards, labios sent to brush delicately against the silken haunch nearby. No thought given to the movement. She was his. That was that.
Mind exited from the trance created by her sweet tune and the impending night. Husky vocals answered her profound question.

Why else but to hide the dangers that lurk in the night? Deep in a blanket of gloom. Therefore keeping safe the innocents that dance and cavort beneath the rainbow of day.

Voids linger on her sinuous frame, before moving onwards to rest lightly upon the liquid mirror. Her scent filling his soul. Every nerve ending atune to her presence. Once again he waited for the dove to sing.

[Italic: my thoughts. Bold: my words. Normal: my actions]

� run while you can.... �
� the e n e m y is here �

† Signature: Nemesis
† Duration: 5 years
† Extraction: Arabic
† Brand: Virile
† Stain: Ebonite
† Worship: The Devil

† Reign as: Drifter
† Empire: All before me
† Exalt: none
† Created: none
† Dominate: none

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Subject	Author	Date
.[.flutter.].	Moth	02:54:43 12/16/04 Thu
� Escape is ^\|Futile\| -- † Nemesis †, 02:37:09 12/17/04 Fri