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Subject: † Escape is |Futile|


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† Nemesis †
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Date Posted: 03:40:03 12/23/04 Thu
In reply to: Ice.Ghost 's message, "Frozen Tears" on 20:46:20 12/21/04 Tue



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



Voids danced lightly over the terrain. Ever the watcher. Before him the mass of feminine creatures grew in numbers. Each sleek bodice drifting in and settling in their own solitude. Waiting. Waiting. Petite wallflowers. Placed here to lure those masculine animals that would promise to protect them and keep them.
Derisive snort rumbled through nares. Gaze feasted on the delectable pickings. Scrutiny thorough, missing nothing. Seeking an arrogance. A certain something that promised future amusement.
Regard lingered just that moment longer on a shadowed cloak. Interest fluttered to life within the muscled breast as the scent of blood wafted to him upon the faint zephyr. The smell enticingly rich and cloying. Curiousity of the beast piqued.
Columns animated at once. Ebon corpse shuddered as movement was taken up. The gap between the wounded belle and the warlock closing swiftly. Chassi nears. Snort produced, just incase she didn't already know he was there.
Not one for fancy words, more of a sarcastic type he is, warlock announces vocals.

Well now. Can't have you bleeding all over the rich turf. Such a smell will bring all sorts of scavengers.

Voids appraised her with a quizzical light. Amused. Curious. Awaiting a story that would explain the oozing wound.


[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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