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Subject: -Really?-

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~Satry~

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Date Posted: 20:23:01 12/12/02 Thu
In reply to: .Wtych Hazel. 's message, ".anonymous." on 19:51:31 12/02/02 Mon

-The mascu snorted with the faintest bit of amusement at her sarcasm, following her gaze with good humor. And jealousy as a figure was scanned in the distance. He said nothing more as he nudged her softly and disappeared into the shadows with the grace of his heritage. He needed to speak to Father anyways-

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[> Subject: .-. Shy greetings .-.

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Tarquin
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Date Posted: 19:50:20 12/13/02 Fri

(*Sigh* I really should figure out some very fancy html coding for his posting...)

Lips curving slightly, he imagined that he stood upon a line leading towards Wytch. A line that began with her brother, Satyr, and continued on to him and then her mother. That imagining, though, was suddenly unnecessary as her an opportunity opened itself and beckoned enticingly to him, urging him to step forward with the absence of the other male.

"Wytch..." His paws softly colliding against the ground as he moved towards her. His orbs flickered with a calm that was surely forced, but even so, his fangs were clenched as if to pause the words that demanded to be let forth.