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Date Posted: 13:36:36 08/31/02 Sat
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Wytch Hazel
's message, ".the stereotype." on 01:00:34 08/31/02 Sat
the true
The small, though rather boisterous female sent a skeptical glare at the opposing female; honestly, jealousy wasn't tolerated in her point of view, and where Oblation got her dominance from is obviously recieved: Osiris. Why, who else would stand up straight to a female such as Blood and Chocolate and beckon her forth? Oblation. Oblation. Oblation. Got the point?
Arching her prominent back defiantly, she leaps with a eseence of adjourning, not exactly pleased at the fact that she had to sort out this little problem with the King around; but Oblation shrugged this off, offering a temptuous, none the less, a tolerable, more or less, defying gaze that hold's Wytch's own. She was slightly intriqued by the other, age opposing her, but all the while, Oblation stood her ground, undemeaning, and more or less just assessing her opposer.
Greetings, Wytch Hazel.
I understand we've met once.
Oblation's gaze flickers over to Tarquin's, her half-siblings, with admirable qualities as she quickly twists her body to send a cold, crystalline claw upon his shoulder in the midst of her precise encounter with the other. She really didn't want trouble, and she admired Blood and Chocolate, obviously Wytch's mother; so in this case, Oblation took it slow. Dapple gray muzzle extends, snout twitching to gain the scent of the other, as not to confuse her with any other hatchling that stood her ground. Interesting, yes. She'd want to know more about this one.
It's all for the rebellion;
the truth;
and the loyalty.
............
O B L A T I O N
[ for the love of a nation ]
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