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Subject: )*(Can You Feel It?)*(


Author:
Extremes
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Date Posted: 16:25:04 12/21/02 Sat
Can You Feel The Cold?
Slowly Creeping In?
Feel it in Your finger tips?
It's Cruel and Icy grip?
Can You Feel Fire?
Hell Was Just Unleased!
Here I Come World!
With The Harshest Frost I Creep...
With The Hottest Flame I Keep...


I seem placid, yet you don't really know me, Do You?
)*(The blood bay fae galloped swiftly upon the land, noble crania, held high, arrogent. Her steps where of a fancy cavorting sort; A walking horse perhaps? Banner was set natrually high, and it waved freely, encouraged by her ironically graceful yet choppy gait.The vix'n halted, and viewed the terra with what might have been indignance, no, t'was intrest. Here, here she shall remain.)*(

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[> Subject: [inquisition]


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 17:34:42 12/21/02 Sat
Frozen Dreams

The bronc sidles forward, gait languid and smooth, stepping up boldly he places himself in her line of vision. he looks down at the mare, tilting his head to one side, regarding her as she had regarded the terra. Today seemed the day for joining it seemed. he immediately saw a problem but didn't check his vanity. typical, he knew but he could ponder no other solution. after long, drawn out moment he whickers deeply and bows his head.

I am Frozen Dreams, welcome to Evil Valley, home of the King and Queen. might I inquire after your own name?

his tone was light, but held an edge, like friendly was something he just didn't do. sounds like a line from a book, that.'friendly was something he just didn't do' ah well. and what was this one like? confident, she was, arrogant, self assured. so much he gathered from her posture, her movement. flippant maybe? we'll see. we'll see.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude






[> Subject: )*(Can You Feel It?)*(


Author:
Extremes
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Date Posted: 17:57:45 12/21/02 Sat
*)What Goes Unsaid(*
)*(Oh little boy, look down at me do you? Certianly you do. Did I miss something? Lets play a game, its called me and you. Maybe we'll be friends, or maybe I'll learn not to like you.)*(


)*(She studied him, with a flick of 'er mahagony orbs. The sphinx spoke with a vocal lighter than air, eyeing him with the same "indignance". The fae smirked,entertained by his personality, similiar to her own.Yet not the same.)*(


"*Extremes. No more, No less. It's good to make your aquaintance, Frozen Dreams.*"

[> Subject: -affability-


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 19:26:35 12/21/02 Sat
Frozen Dreams

He kept his walls, looking down on the mare from his haven at the top of stone towers. His heart had cooled. like magma that flowed own the rock face to mold itself againt stone. his heart was gone. so the emptiness in his eyes was the only thing for it. the indifference he felt toward friendship was obvious. but there was something. a niche in the walls. a tiny fissure. his darkening coat threw shadows over his chiseled features. his vanity won out. every time. he stood placidly during her inspection, giving nothing. even his voice, while the words were kind held no trace of warmth or friendliness, or anything at all alluring. and by giving nothing he gave everything. he was all there was. the life of solitude while surrounded by multitudes.

nd yours as well Extremes, i'm sure the Valley will be happy to have you.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude







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