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Subject: Re: .hatred. *anyone, everyone, whomever*

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Wytch Hazel

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Date Posted: 19:43:43 10/25/02 Fri
In reply to: Wytch 's message, ".hatred. *anyone, everyone, whomever*" on 15:22:40 10/19/02 Sat

She smiled genuinly. Being the perpetual opposite of histrionic, all of her emotions remained solid and un-thespianized. Tightening a encrusted arm around the other being beside she, she planted a serpentian kiss upon the cheek of Tarquin. It was a youthful kiss; the juvinile emotions still too fickle to deal with the stress and hustle of love. But it was a female aquaintence; a friendly gesture.

Always, I promise......

Head swiveling at the sound of breathing from afar, she spots the almost hazily remembered form of her mother. Crumpling down onto the dusted tavern, she looked up in a hoarse shock.

Mother...

W Y T C H . H A Z E L
.the brazen.

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B&C
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Date Posted: 11:10:59 10/26/02 Sat

[She easily stepped from her cover, moving graceful towards her daughter. Slender limbs unfold as she gathers the crumpled dragoness to her chest]

I'm sorry my child...

[Sable shook her head slowly, gathering her thoughts that quickly clouded into confusion in her dark mind. What had caused this much pain, surely it couldn't only be her disappearance. The surge of hate swelled in the fatale's chest. Where had Raistlin been? Or dear Oberon? But she pushed these things away, calming herself as she held Wytch Hazel]

It's been so long..