.-. Empathy, Sympathy, Pity... Compassion .-. -- Lair of Ebon Shadows

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Subject: .-. Empathy, Sympathy, Pity... Compassion .-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 22:29:17 10/20/02 Sun
In reply to: Wytch 's message, ".hatred. *anyone, everyone, whomever*" on 15:22:40 10/19/02 Sat

Following the slight sounds of tears, as if nudged by some invisible and silent force, he appeared some way away from the female. His visage seemed to almost droop in sadness as he caught sight of her state, but compassion forced the expression away until only neutral blankness remained.

But nothing could hide the sympathy held in his eyes.

The bronze dragon forgot his own troubles and worries as he slipped to Wytch Hazel's side; laying a soothing hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry." For what, it was not mentioned. Perhaps for everything. Perhaps for all that had ever hurt her... or perhaps for only his own words that had passed his lips only minutes ago. His hand released her shoulder; suddenly the young dragon was unsure of his actions. Would she prefer to be left alone? Did she mind his presence? Finally he decided on silence. Looking outwards and over the edge of Wytch's chosen place for grief, he admired the view with detached interest. His true thoughts remained on only her.

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[> Subject: Re: .hatred. anyone, everyone, whomever
Author: Wytch Hazel [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 17:51:45 10/23/02 Wed The shuddering physique of the shaken dragoness draws to an abrupt stop in embarrasment at the warm acknowledgement of the male. She looked up, amber eyes crystal with the drops of flared emotions, but meerely smiled. He was cunning; and his move ment so much more than words could express from a clenched throat. W Y T C H . H A Z E L .the brazen.