Caught -- Lair of Ebon Shadows

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, [5] ]

Subject: Caught

Author:
Tarquin

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 14:47:59 09/01/02 Sun
In reply to: Wytch Hazel 's message, ".the stereotype." on 01:00:34 08/31/02 Sat

Though not precisely above his head, neither could he entirely comprehend the exchange between females. He glanced tolerantly at the crystalline claw of Oblation's. And then he continued to study it. A pity he knew neither of the females and a pity this seemed to be not the time to get to know them.

His eyes drifted from the object of interest to settle momentarily on first Wytch Hazel's, and then Oblation's, faces.

"This time does not seem quite right for pleasantries and "get-to-know-you"s. So if you will excuse me, I will leave you to your demises, yes?" Smoothly he stepped away, bowing his head politely. "Good-by, dear beauties."

A slight smile, and he was gone.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

[> Subject: Re: .the stereotype.

Author:
Wytch Hazel
[ Edit | View ]

Date Posted: 19:26:55 09/01/02 Sun

*AHH! NO TIME for html, no time no time....BF over.....YEE HAW, why the the hell am I on the internet....when I could be interacting.....hee hee*

The youth turns to him, quickly, as if to speak, but his form dissaperates before her harpsicord has its chance to verberate throught the atmosphere. Narrowing brazen orbs slightly, she locks a defiant mug, silent.