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Subject: you talk too much.

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Damian

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Date Posted: 09:55:16 02/20/03 Thu
In reply to: Wyrd. 's message, "The now." on 22:10:12 02/19/03 Wed

he realized something then...they talked too much. There was this demon of a creature standing before them...and here they were talking...odd. Dad always said immerse yourself in the now if you want to act properly....put everything else aside if you were to act quickly and efficiently...so thats what he did.

Mind focused instantly...banishing all of the people except for Zenra...himself...and ceallac. even the smallest pebble leaves ripples in the pond... mothers teaching came to mind...dont try to hold onto it...let it flow...do as it will, but always keep in mind what you want it to do for you... he smirked...

A thin sheen of color slipped into his eyes...brightening painfully. The symbol appeared then...White Wind brightening slowly on his forehead...glinting with an almost metallic glee. Cerulean eyes narrowed...the power...the crushing press of it just beyond his grasp...waiting only for a reach before it would flood him with its pleasure...with its power. he smirked again....the White Wind throbbing...pulsing....it was weak. With that power...he wasn't strong...but what lie beneath...that was another story....

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