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Subject: *lifts upwards with immense strength* Dun wanna loose it ;-P

Author:
Hannah

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Date Posted: 17:17:11 12/29/02 Sun
In reply to: .Wtych Hazel. 's message, ".anonymous." on 19:51:31 12/02/02 Mon

>The
>ebony dragoness, growing at a rapid speed ambled her
>way out upon the open surroundings, claws digging with
>ferocity into the ashen plantation. How can all
>betray she? The only one whom had not left her had
>been Tarquin; contradictory, she had left him, without
>a whim of a notice. Sygian orbs glance about, looking
>for a physique even remotely familiar to the one she
>knew. It was difficult, yes. Mentally checking
>herself she lowered a refined maw in somberness, not
>making her arrival known, simply seeing if anyone
>would make the notice and care.
>

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[> Subject: *Winces* Sorry...

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Tarquin
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Date Posted: 14:58:34 12/30/02 Mon

(OOC- For a number of reasons, including busy schedule, family, friends... I wasn't able to post as any character this weekend. I'm trying!)

But does he understand? If only he can understand how this casual (or, at least, casual in theory) had escalated so out of hand. His touch is earnest in his feelings as he wraps his arms around her shoulders, drawing her even closer in an effort to comfort.

"I know, Wytch," he says softly, his breath winding gently past her head as he speaks. "So much has happened... I needed you so badly... I guess it just burst." His grip tightens ever so slightly, his tone changing; taking on a hoarse texture. "Bob's back. You're back. Your mother's back. Isis should be back someday. I just want everything to go back to normal. For everything to become simple."

He shakes his head, resting it momentarily against her before pulling away to watch her with lightening eyes.

"I'm just glad you're back."