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Date Posted: 13:37:37 02/25/02 Mon
Author: |. Veil Of Tears .|
Subject: |. Ah, Sweet Melody .|
In reply to: �lack Thunder 's message, "� trepidition �" on 13:27:49 02/25/02 Mon

|. Ah, affection? .|

|. Such a sweet tune .|

|. You have gained mine .|

|. Perhaps my soul will be yours soon .|

[ Ah, affection to you to, M'lord. Great affection, trust indeed. ]

. Light nudge is given 'pon massive shoulder o' brute, strength evident o'er rippled pelt o' he-warrior. Sculpted duo waver quiet'y o'er cran'o of darkest ash .

. Ah, my love is not evident, for I am not capable of showing at such a short notice of you. Though, truly, you have gained my trust in pints at a time, which now you have built up to contain a full ammount. My gratitude in your presence, and my affection is above you...reach if you wish for it, for my temptation ne'er grows short .

. Ah, some may call it flirtaious? Nah. Nothing is called flirting, 'long as you do it with ease. Ah yes, temptation is a word I admire, and some here possess it as well. .Siren. tends to admit it with ease, though Abbadon conceals it. They both have great liking for you, I see it...as do they. All here 'ave great affection for you...all they want is a challenge for you to get it. Reach, M'lord, reach .

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[> [> �Silence� -- �ilent Zephyr, 15:24:34 02/25/02 Mon

�Iv'ry brutalia approaches bronc. Whicker emitts to blossoming alliance. Eavesdroppers prick with interest. Muzzle extends to mascu whuffing. Great respect and trust had been gained for mascu. And although not a guard... a head butt was given to mascu's broad shoulder...�

�Let me introduce myself. I am �ilent Zephyr. I believe actions speak louder than words. One o' the silence wenches you have residing in fine cadre�

�Deamoness becomes quiet once more as she stands in company with trio�

�Silent is the hurricane that storms through your mind�

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[> [> [> |. You Worry Is Naught .| -- |. Veil Of Tears .|, 15:41:36 02/25/02 Mon

|. Haught, Hussy, When Did That Speak? .|

|. You Simply Infer, My Dear .|

|. Don't Judge Me So .|

|. Watch Me, Hear .|

[ Haught are you not, and neither are you a prostitute. Shall I make myself clearer for the sake of our 'friendship', or shall I say, knowledge of each other? ]

. You see, my quant friend, there is nothing more pleasing to all, than to greet your stud with utmost respect, courtesy as some may pronounce it. But yet, you 'ave never had the feeling, the temptation? Temptation is not something wrong, 'less you believe to be. In that case, pay no attention to me, for I am but a watcher, pay no attention to the mounrful one .

. But, perhaps, in a great while, you will heed my words? If t'day be then, than let it be, your ears be opened to the words I speak, and my actions overcome my emotions that I conceal. Shall I express my soul, or will you set your wrath upon it? .

. Your decision, my 'friend', your decision indeed. For great admiration do I have for you, and interfearence would bring havoc upon the wretched realm here, and upon the stud that stands b'fore us, duo. In the mean-time, keep my proclamations in mind, m'dear, and don't haught me so...for nothing are you anger in my eyes, and nothing are you that shall overcome the true female that contains you .

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[> [> .why, friend veil, pray don't portray me so. -- .siren., 15:25:22 02/25/02 Mon

**as the king once more distinguishes his majestic presence among his subjects, instantaneous notice is taken via thorn-tipped lobes and the gentle evening breeze. tranquil garnering o' sustenance amongst the emerald blades ceasing, crania is elevated 'loft slender boa to better intake his location, noting each subtle movement o' his with attention not troubled to be hidden. the shattered jest of a fleeting smile waltzes over her patrician countenance, cool and self-contained the lonely soloist doth stand. a quiet whicker splits the air with striking smoothness, resembling a low-voiced chuckle**

.you nearly have me condemned as a prostitute, veil.

**a mildly acerbic remark is projected into the atmosphere, amusement also evident at the remarks of veil. i'm no cheap female to be bought with shining eyes by the promise of power, my dear. in fact, few have ever caught my eye, if any. my respect is issued out in tiny rations. my trust comes in even more miniscule portions. my friendship has been given to only two in my lifetime. my affection? unheard of! but black thunder, i surprise myself when i look upon your dark form. but i shan't push my heart into the package along with my loyalty and respect, m'lord. love's a strange thing, though i wouldn't know, now would i?**

.flirt?.

.i'm afraid not.

**a previously-unseen type of smile spreading delicately across satin features, the nudge bestowed upon her silken hide is received with nonchalant grace, and a quiet touch o' her own traces the powerful line of his back in brief and noncommittal acknowledgment as he passes amongst his cadre. tendrilized tapestry flows aft o' feminine figurine, grazing o'er and shielding the faint but distinctive scent o' estrogen with heedless defiance of the inevitable. benign remnants of the smile linger as she looks to veil, obviously taking humor from her light comments. or, rather, they had better be light, my friend. you have me painted as a shameless hussy that doesn't trouble to hide some cheap emotion. or am i simply overreacting? the season quickens my sentiments, and my temper as well**

~siren~

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