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Date Posted: 15:48:59 02/10/02 Sun
Author: ��n��cģ
Subject: � Dȃ� �h� ��n �

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.�. Labrums flutter tentively, ooids protruded 'pon dancing flame, 'visible markings, lappetts cunningly slipping 'ward etched cran'um o' speckled fire, licking iv'ry flank .�.

.�. One of low rank t'was she? 'Twas she distrusted? Unwise, so unwise....beware o' the syn .�.

.�. Pistons aim 'ward clashing aurora o' clouds, obsidian knives piercing crisp carbonated air, fierce banshee cry rumbling o'er ashen labrums, withering in the silence, sufficated by syn .�.

.�. You 'ave escaped the sin...to be once more encountered by the sin. Run my fearful one...run far away, hide in your sanctuary, let your body display your fear .�.

.�. 'Deed the near occasion o' sin has dared not entrap 'lliance, Mimic, for 'deed she 'twas a'ready drowin' 'pon the sins commited by she, yet no farther would fem encounter staulking spirit, for the speckled flame 'ath guarded the entwined souls .�.

.�. 'Seemed one t'was near death o' sufficating sin, this 'Martyr' seemed to be raised o' hellish beast...'deed she 'twas desired 'lliance, for drowing in sin t'was not pleasant .�.

.�. Black Thunder, 'deed 'twas a quick'y trusting beast, unwise in some point of few. Unwise indeed to trust many o' whom t'would desert him, and yet, he leaves the one, the one who may per'aps save him o'er the shadows grips in the least o' cherished spaces? Per'aps 'twas just his plan, per'aps she 'ad not proved herself, or per'aps, he 'twas unable to judge a true spirit? All contained a different matter indeed, per'aps his ashen heart 'twas not frozen o'er? Per'aps it 'twas melting ice 'ward these 'fatales' o' many, or just per'aps, he 'ad one of the wisest minds e'er seen, just per'aps indeed. All 'twas but a question, withering in the silence .�.

� W�h�r �w�� N �h� ��uNd �' ��nC� �

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[> .mimick. -- Mime, 17:24:48 02/10/02 Sun

torrent of winds. hushed silence. listen closely.

pools land 'pon she momemntarily, taking quick note. Tresses conceal dancing pyres within clouded orbs as frame shifts, ever observant

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

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