<font face=centaur><font color=white>(sorry for not closing tags, I haven't done this in awhile.).sanity is the madness preferred by the majority.</font></font> -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 16:24:40 12/05/03 Fri
Author: .the.sandman.
Subject: (sorry for not closing tags, I haven't done this in awhile.).sanity is the madness preferred by the majority.
In reply to: SHAZAAM 's message, "(.absolution is the key, and my guiding light.)--everyone/all--returning" on 21:32:02 12/04/03 Thu

.lobes prick upon sound of the femme, small steps taken back.the acknowledgement of his being was not normally taken, therefore the brute was not used to interaction.eventually stepping forth from his shroud of silence, he walks toward the female, interested in what she might have to say.

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[> .:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 11:54:56 12/06/03 Sat [1]

No expression softened her features as she glanced over him in a silent appraisal, her eyes dark and fathomless. She spoke suddenly, her clear voice shattering the peace that the night brought to the Isle.

.:Can I help you?:. Her succinct speech indicated that he was to do the same--keep it short and get to the point. Aside from her lips, her body didn't move. It was as if she had been cast from marble, a statue placed upon the land by some unseen celestial hand.

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