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Bairavee
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Date Posted: 09:09:13 11/16/02 Sat
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Optics watch the flighting queen and he shakes his head. Quick to anger, to hotheaded really. Did she ever say what she needed to say? Or did she always throw a tantrum first?
The queens immaturity had indeed wrought a foul mood upon him. Growls slightly and looks to his annoying sister.
Embers, excuse me, Astarte, were have you been?
Watches his sibling carefully, caution alight in his eyes. She was one to be feared, commpassion never crossing her mind. He was not frightened of her, merely akward around such rage...
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Bairavee
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€Astarte€
€Plight of odd laughter rings out and she snickers and the queen flees€
€Her son was better fit to lead,he held more wisdom than his mothers tiny brain would ever hold€
€Glimmer of dark rage flickers in her eyes and she turns on Tear€
€Watch your tounge fool€
€Simply because you rule hellbenders, it does not mean I like having you around€
€Be off with you€
€Was she even sane?€
€Good question.€
€Looks to her brother and yawns, shaking her head€
€No where that concerns you m'lord€
€Everdark and back, thats about it.€
€She grins and follows the queens example, launching long slender body into the air€
€Oddly formed wings spread and she soar away, leaving them once again€
€Astarte€
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