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Subject: When A Soul Has No Name, There Is No Soul At All....>>>> Author: The Last Vampire [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:54:29 03/25/01 Sun Author Host/IP: moda152.duo-county.com/66.38.12.152 ...Revenge Is Sweet...Watch Your Back... Name: The Last Vampire Breed: Mustang Age: 5 Gender: Mare Color: Charcoal Silver And You Thought She Was Dead... ¤ Souless being emerges from underbrush, stout, yet unsturdy legs carry the hateful being in a slow and awkward manner. The scent of death curses the equine's rough pelt, that it contains so much mud and debris it is colorless. Stumbling, the creature emits a feeble cry for help, orbs sparkling with unfallen crystals. Weakness is obvious, and the creature screams once more, calling for anyone who is willing to help a creature such as herself... ¤ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date sorry...meant to put breed unknown (NT) TLV's Player 14:16:59 03/25/01 Sun *liquid orbs fky towards the cries of pain, silver taught body gliding towards to the femme. He could smell the poutent <sp?> smell of death, but the silver frame moves boldly on. He reaches his muzzle down, sensing pain and fear. He noses her softly, calling for some sort of help* Kunas 14:46:30 03/25/01 Sun