Re: �The Outsider� -- Lair of Ebon Shadows

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Subject: Re: �The Outsider�

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Wytch Hazel

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Date Posted: 20:02:42 12/25/02 Wed
In reply to: �Jesipera� 's message, "�The Outsider�" on 15:12:34 12/25/02 Wed

The ebony eyed the new one with a scowl. He left her; for this other? Nay. Anger brimmed in the very blood beneath her scales. It was; repulsive. Sickening. To think of her "father." Many a time she had cosidered seeing him, but the negatives outweighed the positives in abundance. With a scowl, she left the prescence of Tarquin momentarily to meet the other. This isnt gonna be pretty.

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�Jeispera�
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Date Posted: 20:13:38 12/25/02 Wed

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[Gaze wanders 'bout the Dark Lair, she wasn't to fond of this place but granted it was better then the Light lands. Movement is caught from the corner of saphire optic's and dial turns towards the progressing female. So, this must be Wytch Hazel. She regards her sullenly but not coldly. She had wanted to meet her siblings for along time but had never found the time to slip away. She had no idea of the pain her Father caused on them. She only knew that they had existed. She waits patiently as the other strides forth. Her voice, though cold and quiet, was yet soft and liliting with an Irish tinge]

Greetings Wytch Hazel.