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Subject: � Escape is ^|Futile|

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† Nemesis †

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Date Posted: 22:10:25 12/17/04 Fri
In reply to: + stutterfly + 's message, " + burning whispers remind me of the day + " on 14:55:39 12/17/04 Fri

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

Thorns listened to the sound of the night, mixed with each breath that the femme before him took. Useless silence annoyed him no end. Boredom usually following quickly within it's wake. Disgusted snort rumbled through nares. Limbs ached for movement. Unable to stand still any longer columns shifted ample weight. Harsh snort sounded as he rounded the rump of the wench.
It was funny how each maiden created a different mood within his soul. This one bored him, while also amusing him. Perhaps it was because she seemed so unsure of herself. Whatever the reason, he now felt a huge desire to be cruel. To hurt and maim the silly harlot.
Enamels edged from beneath their casing. Boa aimed the coming nip squarely at her haunch. His intention - to herd her to his new domain. Northern Lights.
Corpse stayed easily out of reach. Gruff voice announced his target.

Northern Lights. To the north. Now.

Frame settled in to dog her every step.

[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: Monarch
† Empire: Northern Lights
† Exalt: none
† Created: none
† Dominate: stutterfly - moth

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+ burning whispers remind me of the day +	+ stutterfly +	10:39:40 12/18/04 Sat