.-. Shy greetings .-. -- Lair of Ebon Shadows

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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
In reply to: .Wtych Hazel. 's message, ".anonymous." on 19:51:31 12/02/02 Mon

(*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.

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Wytch
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Date Posted: 22:03:36 12/14/02 Sat

The amber eyes flashed with a hopeful spark of entusiasm, a fleeting glimmer of...happiness? The emotion wasnt clear, but for Tarquin it was a normal reaction; if it was happiness, the look only appeared in the orbs of the wytch if that peticular was in her viewpoint.

In any case, he was here now, and she was glad. Moving foreward with much more kharisma that she had shown that of her own blood, the hazel one smiles gratefully, speaking with an eager rush.

Tarquin.....so good to see you again. It seems like ages.