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Wytch Hazel
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Date Posted: 14:40:10 09/11/02 Wed
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's message, ". im gonna spark some life into this joint . - ALL -" on 11:26:09 09/08/02 Sun
MUA HA! I, the great Handella, finished all my keyboarding lessons before the rest of the class. Hence, I have more time to type me some long-ass post while everyone else slaves over typing the sentance ‘Joy shall save the town from the giant mallard duck” fifty times in a row. See, Rping does have more than one benefit! It improved my typing skills......tee hee. Oh, well, I will stop rambling. Take heed, I didnt get too into it because I am sitting in a CLASSROOM............oh well.
|An illustrious beast, indeed. In the imaginary image chasms of the others minds, a ghost white smoke seemingly curled and dissipated into the crimson atmosphere from the depths of serpentinian nasals. Ignore her, shall they? Ah, wait and see. The dracling turned a refined maw in silent scuff, a prim mug thrown high in a disrespect. A vivid reality brought the wytch to her senses as she lowered it again in embarrasment. Her mother was a great warrior, indeed, and she could not act as snub as she had been. It would not help in matters as these, and anyway; she could not bring down the name which her mother had earned with respect direly. Taking on the regal heir again, the quickly-aging youth stepped forward defiantly. A harpsicordal reverie escaped the ebony muzzle, aimed calling at one; the patriarch.|
Raistin. I wish to train.
|The youth adressed him in name, something odd and peculiar. He was her blood, indeed, her father. She did not adress him as such, quizzically.|
He did not deserve the title as father.
|The reverie rang eerily through the a peitite physique, not really wanting to believe it. He had not been there, regretfully. Nor had Oberon. Should not at least one take on the duty as father for the maiden? In her opinion, which she valued greatly, her regal demeanor had been heald up quite well considering the loss of a patron guidance. But did she truely have one of the male species in which to look up to? Orisis had been the only, unfortunatly; she had seen only a mere glimmer of Raistlin at her hatching. And her brother, Satyr. Where had he been? These precious spans of time in which the youthful pleasures are limitless and blissful. Did he not wish to savor the slits of time they had together? A war loomed upon them all, carrying the sickening metallic of death which hung deep in their hearts and fresh in their nostrils. Lives will fall and renew themselves. The elders shall surprise the youth, and the youth shall deem respect from the elders. The only left, being Tarquin. And with whom she shall remain in contact with.|
And so befalls the chain in the Dragon’s world.
|The wytch wanted this indeed. It was no secret desire in which to be with Tarquin. She respected him; nothing more. Or maybe, she was still indeed young enough to not make decisions quite as complicated a bold reality. Just yet, anyway. A pair of stygian orbs watched the rest of the group defiantly, awaiting a contradiction readily. Let them try.|
.W Y T C H . H A Z E L.
.the brazen.
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