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Date Posted: 19:12:26 12/08/03 Mon
Author: .the.sandman.
Subject: .sanity is the madness preferred by the majority.
In reply to: DOT 's message, "ime's only Mistress (SHAZ, KISS, WHOEVER ELSE)" on 15:30:25 12/07/03 Sun

.and so was the reason he kept to himself.do unto others as they would do unto you, he had always heard.'tis what he always tried to do, but what thanks was received?.none.gift a gift, get a gift, right?.wrong.

.nares flare slightly as feminine bod collides with his own.blood flows freely, now from two points.incisors are bares momentarily before thinking better of it.this was war, but if she wished to fight ot herself, so be it.he didn't know quite who this femme was, but they definitely weren't getting off on the right foot.taking a small step backwards, he stand, a witness to whatever happens.

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[> Time's only Mistress -- DOT, 19:16:26 12/09/03 Tue [1]

Thankful for his quick retreat, she shot him a momentary look of thanks, no time for an explaination, but she would aid him later, pleasentries could wait, now was definately not the time. Tucking her ash tinted mug to her chest, the sterling queen arched her drest, protecting her delicate jugular as she backed up several steps on dainty diamonds, half-rearing, onyx fore daggers slashing at her opponent. Here was a beast free of spirit and of mind, a swift eagle to wild to be chained. Here was life.

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