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Subject: (*)a red dragoness appears, dark scales reeling of blood(*)

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HeLl SiNgEr

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Date Posted: 20:41:11 01/06/02 Sun
In reply to: (Inside) 's message, "The surface of the ocean ripples slightly as a log drifts across it.>>" on 15:36:17 01/06/02 Sun

(*)with a subtl sneer, she approaches, regal voice sounding(*)
You are both welcome to the Dark South. I am the ruling dragoness there, and the ruling dragon is my mate, Fallen Star. If you wish to join, or at least find yourselves worthy to, please....do. It is fairly new, and there are positions open and to be made for active members. But I warn you, only dragons who's blood runs hot like the oldest amber may dwell here. My home, is Saber's Edge....others call it Hell. So. This descision is for your two minds to ponder. May the dark moon burn brightly on your paths.
(*)with a quaint bow, and a nod, she exits on swift, burning wings(*)

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