| Subject: Element Beholder |
Author:
Rage
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Date Posted: 20:10:12 07/15/04 Thu
In reply to:
Circuit Fire & Herd
's message, "~Dawn To Dusk~" on 01:57:53 07/15/04 Thu

Elven ears poked
out, showing herself to the horses as a half-elf. She dismounted, walking
toward the stallion, clicking softly, her fingers beckoning. Softly, she
walked toward the stallions, avoiding his hooves, but winced when one hit
her shoulder blade. Hard. Jumping, lightning quick, she grabbed for his
neck, trying her best to pull him down. (N.O.T! heheh, since my character is
too light and too skinny) She reached frantically into her mind and said in
a language, the old one, one that the humans have forgotten. "Nightblade
ehs he que bar." (Translantion- Nightblade, I mean no harm! I'm a
friend.)
Mare-
The female mare watched with interest, watching these wild ones interact
with her mistress. It would hurts she'll have to share her mistress's love,
but she would love the company. Trotting, she went to graze with the other
fae, the white one.
¡@ |
Call me Rage for my
name belongs to me alone.
The demon cursed me a girl, and naught a boy.
They say I'm sometimes cold but sweet and happy but
bold and yet sensitive.
My love for creatures is strong, for I am sociable.
I've breathed for seventeen summers.
I belong to no-one
I hold the gift of the elves in my hand. |
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