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Subject: {: Hatred :}

Author:
Pyrrha

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Date Posted: 07:06:30 11/06/02 Wed
In reply to: .osiris. 's message, ".did I mention that I'll haunt you forever?." on 11:27:56 11/04/02 Mon

{: From the darkness where she waits, the once-Princess screams. It is a raw, untainted scream of utter hatred, hatred as pure as sunlight and as clear as diamond. And speaking of diamond... her eyes are two brilliant blue ones, and as the others look on, her HeartStone changes. It was opal... but now it is the rarest form of diamond: a diamond that shines with all the colors and all the fire of an opal.

But this is not important. What is relevant... is the hatred. The undying hatred that burns inside her for the father who abandoned her, then died. And now he's back, remembering all those rotten hussies he called friends, but not his daughter. His daughter. For all he knew or cared, she was dead.

And that's why she hates him.

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[> Subject: A pain in his mind

Author:
Jesar
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Date Posted: 09:57:03 11/06/02 Wed

He flinches at the deafening shriek the silver dragoness erupts with. He watches her and feels the hatred burning in her soul, and he watched her with calm piercing yellow eyes. A small smile twitches on his face. The hatred was almost as comforting to him as his mother's love when he was first born. In an instant he wished he were a dragon, a strong lean coppery dragon, who could defend this beautiful dragoness from the black ghost. He involuntarily takes a step back. Angry dragons are known for splendid bar-be-ques.