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Subject: .-. Luck .-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 20:27:05 10/16/02 Wed
In reply to: Isis 's message, "Arise and you shall see the dawning of the sun..." on 18:53:31 10/09/02 Wed

Luck had nothing to do with anything, he wanted to argue. But staring into those eyes and hearing the voice tell of admiration, he was intimidated into stepping back even as Jesar stepped towards him. Though, he wished he could say that the reason he had stepped back was actually because of the smell of the horse; he had never been fond of that particular scent.

"Terror's head?" Who was Terror? Probably 'Terror' was a horse... Isis had been inside a horse's head? Glancing at his golden mother, he wondered if it was lucky to be the son of someone you hardly knew about. "I admire her also," he finally said. It was lame, but closer to the truth than anything else he could have said. Admiration was all his emotions amounted up to these days for Isis - ever since she came back, that is. It's hard to feel love for someone who had performed an act of dying, while you were left alone in the dark with only your grief.

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[> Subject: Indeed

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Bob
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Date Posted: 13:59:37 10/17/02 Thu

Only your grief and your brother, Tarquin.

The small, unobtrusive purple drake rests in his standard sphynx-like pose, wings folded neatly by his side. He watches his adored brother with a deep pain, something like remorse- only he is not the guilty party. His own pure, fierce adoration... no, worship, really... of the Golden Beauty, the one who had so many years ago allowed him to call her mother {though rarely to her face}, had waned somewhat in the face of her demise and his necessary getting over of it.

[> [> Subject: BOBBY!
Author: Kris [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 18:59:17 10/18/02 Fri Eh he! Sorry Fran, sorry... Just reminding you to get ur butt in the ordeal. I'm bored! Can you tell?