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Date Posted: 10:39:24 02/18/02 Mon
Author: .abbadon.
Subject: .poetic.

.turning her back 'pon her previous converse, fiend changes further course to subdue the gathering knotted near clearing ahead.

.ah, my loyal fellows. some of you possess none such agility. and will ne'er become such.

.a duet in your number, i regard thee with worth. and more than one, i can't decifer, please come forth. there are two built of stone, your beings strong; and one that stands out in the crowd, but not for so long. you are the one i regard with such care, hidden in silence, into thin air. then there are others, standing 'pon glue, your silence another ripple, 'pon pond of glass blue. a few of you are obviously devil-cursed, most worthy you, behind the hell-two mentioned first.
((OOC: Gotta guess!))

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[> �Silence� -- �ilent Zephyr, 15:30:01 02/18/02 Mon

((im one of the silent mentionings.. i think))

�Iv'ry femme regards other with haste. Orbs never leave her blatent case. Lappetts dance 'pon proud crown. Yet bruja was one that ne'er kneeled down. Worth was held within femme o' wisdom. Yet who would release the deamon within? Nicker o' silence emitts through labrums. Life told through oculars o' menacing coal. Her future is a story unfold...�
�Silent and dangerous is thee hurricane which swirls through your mind�

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[> [> .mimick. -- Mime, 16:06:41 02/18/02 Mon

torrent of winds. hushed silence. listen closely.

gaze flits to she, Abbadon. Circle o' equines would prove strong. Silent force of the Zephyr, wisdom of the Martyr, stength of the Knife, power of the Veil of Tears and the ever ready Siren, plus she, the mime, would create a force unbeatable, and lead by the mighty rolling Thunder, this cadre would remain strong. Auds swivel 'top skull, eyes flickering o'er cadre.

.trapped in an invisible box, yet maybe simply invisible to you.

am I a silent one too? lol

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[> [> [> .strength in numbers. -- .abbadon., 05:46:49 02/19/02 Tue

.she-patriot lets soft snort fall from dialated nares. tossing crown, proud in the eyes o' none but her own. a note o' greeting t'wards both.

(one of you got it right.. (^_^)

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