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Subject: .soul.

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lethe

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Date Posted: 19:57:13 01/03/04 Sat
In reply to: Libelle 's message, "☼Beckoning Light☼" on 08:13:30 01/03/04 Sat

Lethe laughed coldly, speaking out loud to the brute inside her head, "Dear, dear..mayhaps I should be frightened? Or mayhaps...not. Be silent, as you belong Arkados. But please, continue to watch." Lethe rose in the sand, holding her mother tightly, the dagger point just dimpling the Wraith's flesh. Jah did not fight- but remained still, coldly waiting for her oppurtunity to fight back.
"Lagar," Lethe called, "Perhaps you'll catch the Dark Angel so we can return to hidden hell."

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Lagar & Arkados
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Date Posted: 19:22:39 01/05/04 Mon

Evil brute tightened his grip even further on the vixen's wrist. His free hand slid over her rounded hip, trailing between her legs for a brief moment. He then spun her about, her back pressed to his bare chest, strong arms wrapping like vices about her and pinning her arms to her sides. He grinned at Lethe, nodding his head.

Shall we then?

Knees bent, the brute's strong legs launching him into the air. Black, bat-like wings took him quickly and surely towards the dungeons of the desert, brute never loosening his hold on her...

A low growl was heard within Lethe's head at her words. Pain seered through her skull as his soul stirred within her mind in anger. He couldn't kill her or harm her physically, but mentally he could do almost anything. Not to mention other things if need be.

I will be silent when I wish it Lethe, not before.

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