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Author: Lara.....Daughter of Time | [ Next Thread |
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] Date Posted: 07:27:49 04/09/04 Fri I owe some BIG apologies. If I went person by person, I would be here until August. I used to RP to hide from RL, b/c I didn't like the way it was working out. Well, life caught up, and this is the first time I have even been on a computer since...God knows when. I guess I should have said something before I left but got very caught up in everything else. I am done, and am here only long enough to make the transition. I feel awful for letting everyone down, but there isn't much I can do to change me. You all have every right ot be angry, so I'm not going to beg and plead, just please, don't make this harder than it is. CM has been a part of my life since I was nine, I will be turning fourteen in a few days and five years is a very long time. Speaking of time... Ah me, it felt so good to be going home. The soft springy turf 'neath dancing daggers, the salty sea breeze combing her jet and ivory locks of silk. Her azure orbs wandered the familiar sights, soaking in everything she had abandoned. But something was different. It was not obvious, not something she could place a finger on, but Daughter of Time knew now, that her time here was over. Perhaps what was said lies true. One never can go home again. With a deep sigh, she continued on her way, her pace no longer a merry jog, but a stately walk, head held high upon proud crest, muscles rippling beneath the tight quicksilver hide. Those dwelling here had little else to remember her for, litlle good by any stress of imagination, but at least they could never call her weak. Stopping to stand atop a gentle rise, she waited for the hell that was sure to come, for all was quiet, and there was always dead silence before the storm. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Veiled Shadows [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 09:34:55 04/09/04 Fri Ivory dame stood motionless her cold coal flamed pools watching the entry of the other belle. Nares flared wide drawing in the scent she had thought would not be in this terra again. Obsidian nails pushed her Irish Draught frame forward towards the other. Crown is held at a proud angle, spires are alert of sounds. Low tune was pressed from her lips as she drew up along side the vix. Mug dipped a fraction merely to show no hard feelings. Syllables dropped from her mug in a cool tone. "Welcome home DoT." Her voice had become softer, and the pools of ink lost the icy tint they held before. Ooids drifted over the plains she had come familiar with, and the faces she had introduced. Her facade then turned face the younger femora. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Daughter of Time [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 13:01:06 04/12/04 Mon "It is good to be home Veil, if only for a small while." [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Veiled Shadows [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 14:34:19 04/12/04 Mon [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |