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Subject: .-. Rueful .-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 20:38:07 09/02/02 Mon
In reply to: Wytch Hazel 's message, ".Tarquin." on 19:42:33 09/01/02 Sun

"There is not much anyone can do - not even the elders. I think that war is so much a part of this land, now, that no one individual can halt the blood thirst the majority feels. Only by subduing either side can even an uneasy peace be hopefully won."

He shook his head in what was clearly disdain for himself; claws curling in echoing exasperation.

"I do not know if I am too young to fight. And yet...I am too young to be truely King, so I must be too young to fight. If not too young, too inexperienced. My mother never had the precious time to teach my siblings and I even how to take care of ourselves. But what shall we do when - if - the war begins? Watch, I suppose. Watch and learn from our elders as they all eventually fall."

His young shoulders moved in a weary shrug of acceptance. His own, serious eyes dropped to watch as the claws laboriously loosened and opened. Lifting so, he watched with detached interest as the paw bearing the claws turned palm-up. Carefully, he avoided the female's bold gaze.

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Wytch Hazel
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Date Posted: 18:55:41 09/05/02 Thu

She nods slowly, interpreting his words with a keen interest. A nimble visage darts downward in an abashed manner, interest finally finding in that of ebony scythes extending from armoured limbs.

You speak the truth, Tarquin.

A mutter escapes the lips of the wytch slowly, but the harpsicord comes alive alarmingly quick.

Is it discrimination Tarquin?

For an odd reason, the wytch continued to repeat his name as she spoke, adressing in solo. But seeking his downcast features, she softened a deep gaze upon the other. Without breaking a clear echo, the youth continues.

That it seems.....my mother, a hardened warrior of these lands....but it is a barbairic, preposterous thing if I wish to continue in her footsteps and fight along side my elders. I do not wish to be foolish, but I do think my part would be shunned, dare I speak it.

WYTCH.HAZEL
.the brazen.