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Subject: *smile*

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DT

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Date Posted: 13:45:19 11/12/02 Tue
In reply to: .osiris. 's message, ".did I mention that I'll haunt you forever?." on 11:27:56 11/04/02 Mon

DT smiled at her ghostly friend, a true smile..not a plastered ruse she had reserved for those she would soon murder. Oh, the 'ness had plans...her petty battle with Loh was her bane, once completed she had other things that would catch her interest.

I knew you would unearth, lord Osiris..

Her tone, sincere, told of her thoughts of who had the right to rule the Darkness...not Tarquin or Bob..
She was a sly one! Ready to mix in her own sweet pains into the terra. She had much planned...no one had talked her out of it yet...damnation...

Folding her pinions 'gainst her spine, sitting back 'pon her ebeony haunches she grinned at Ossie.

you have been missed...

�Dark Tiger
-The Rbel-

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[> Subject: {: Sick of it :}

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Pyrrha
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Date Posted: 13:46:00 11/12/02 Tue

{: She shakes her head with an arrogant glare and turns away. The stunted little platinum child spreads her too-long wings and takes to the air, not willing to put up with any more. Where is she going? None know, not even she. But all she knows is that she must leave the family that make her hurt so, for though she loves her siblings she can no longer stand the sight of the one who used to call himself her father. :}