| Subject: Yep, wonderful. man i love how we kill and spill blood all over the dance floors! we hav to polish every night! enough sick stuff about daggers and whatnot! DANCE dont kill is the motto here |
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Shroudy
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Date Posted: 21:38:13 10/23/01 Tue
In reply to:
Telemain
's message, "Telemain's Tower" on 23:34:50 09/17/01 Mon
>Telemain walked into his tower, depressed and sad, and
>he layed in a bundle of hay, thinking about god knows
>what. His feathers were dirty, looked awful, just as
>he felt. He knew they would come visit, and maybe that
>is what he wanted...He wasnt sure. Telemain began to
>stir, thinking about what was going on. Wondering
>about his roots, and who he was, deep down...where he
>came from, if he had any family at all, If his life
>would get better, now that he was at the fort, and had
>some good friends. Furtill, Nightband, Nightbreeze,
>even Aslania, despite her recent actions, and the
>others he had met. He layed back, staring out at the
>stars...wondering who would see him first.
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