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Subject: ]Nods[

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Death Moon

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Date Posted: 15:47:18 12/02/02 Mon
In reply to: Malussinn 's message, ".\./ .insidious. .shade. \./." on 20:02:53 11/23/02 Sat

]He speaks lightly, in a whisper, voice very sober["For reasons that you could not possibly comprehend, reasons that only those who were there can...Daughter of Light...She killed my comrades...Out of the Mist, many others, and eventually they killed me. Not her in particular, but many others from my lands that have migrated here. I have a hatred, one that will never die, for Daughter of Light, for Star From The Sun, and of many others here. I will never be able to quell this hatred, until I get my revenge."
((OOC:No, I guess I haven't...She's never on MSN Messenger, but I guess I could e-mail her.))

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[> Subject: appearing again from his silence, he listens with a troubled look
Author: Ocean Depths [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 12:31:11 12/03/02 Tue (no, I meant a reply to Dark Moon, not to me) Face unsettled, he edged slightly closer to Carinosa. The stranger was cold and more bloodlusting than anyone he had ever met- and it sent a chill over his clydesdale body. Listening in careful thought, he speaks not, but debates on both points.