.-.Not so Anonymous.-. -- Lair of Ebon Shadows

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Subject: .-.Not so Anonymous.-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 07:27:08 12/06/02 Fri
In reply to: .Wtych Hazel. 's message, ".anonymous." on 19:51:31 12/02/02 Mon

Worry for the young beauty compelled him to rush to her side, embrace her... but he staid back as another reached her first. His glance was a blue sea of compassion, the waves unceasing and ever strong; oh, how he had missed her - how he needed her! Isis, Bob... they were gone, for now. Only those few he knew, and so many he did not, remained. Unsheathed, his claws dug into the relenting soil, restraining the need to be with his friend.

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Wytch Hazel
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Date Posted: 23:28:01 12/07/02 Sat

The dragoness whipped around with undaunting speed, eyes scrutinizingly disembalming the physique of her other; her twin. Blood of my blood. Flesh of my flesh. Kin of my kin. So related, and yet; so distant. His form is not the form she was seeking, it was the form of Tarquin that would bring her comfort. Just; oh, being in his company would be bliss enough.

I see you've decided to emurge from the cage and become your own, Satyr. The world has missed you.

In bitter sarcasm, a lone ebony claw pointed at the sun.

See that? Thats the sun. You've been hiding so long in the cavern, I thought I would like to aquaint you with the things which are probably unfamiliar.

The glare of accompanyment was harsh; sibling rivalry was a common occurence; it would blow over soon enough, her quick temper was pent and released with haste. But her anger was short lived as her eyes frantically searched for a specific one; she knew he was in the shadows, somehwere, and she only hoped that her eyes would catch the sight of his.

W Y T C H H A Z E L
.the brazen.