| Subject: ˘Rap, rap, rap, rap˘ |
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Damion
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Date Posted: 21:40:47 02/18/02 Mon
˘ Hooves rap the floor as black tail lashes against bloodbay hocks. Centaur form emerges from the shadows, an old addition to the side of evil, though not one who lived within the kingdom, his belt is lined with perfectly crafted throwing daggers, though two are noted missing from the set, a sash is also marked with lighter, more common throwing daggers, he wears no shirt, his arms and chest well muscled, he moves slowly, onyx hooves tapping the floor with each step, his head high, though no arrogence in his face, his black hair was cut to fall just over his left eye, parted off center, it was obvious he was due for a haircut, though the look suited him, his grey eyes danced with an evil playfulness and his mannor was light, though a thunderstorm raged within his grey eyes, it was not one of pain, nor anger, just plain evil... an evil that had subdued as he had romed the mystical lands alone, though he knew his place now, if he would be accepted, and memories of the past came back, this was his rightful place, his title as king of evil centaurs was erelivent, for he now was the only evil centaur here... his gaze danced up to the king, a small grin crossing his face and he glances once at the woman who kneels before him, then around the room, and back to the pair, he sweeps down onto one knee and back up, his bloodbay coat accented by the burning fire˘
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