Guardian Angels -- Forgotten Infinity

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Subject: Guardian Angels

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Tyrsis

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Date Posted: 17:36:02 12/07/02 Sat
In reply to: Kiasin 's message, "Smile" on 00:28:54 12/07/02 Sat

Her breath came up short, this was not quite the hurricane she had expected. Or rather she had expected a guided one, one touched into the point of holiness but unstable and shadowed by darkness. This was chaos.

Vampires moved about her, taunting as their pathways crossed. None spoke, only a threatening quiet that sang of intent. Too many for a Seer, a mild teacher caught in a spider's web...

...no, placed in one. This was a bit of a cruel trick on Zenra's part. Or perhaps it had not been Zenra. The kittens standing beneath her legs were flared, strong in their own ways and yet still nothing more than kittens in the grand view of things. She shivered as one of the vampires vanished along the sureal, not quite certain that she had seena vampire do this before. Its finger tips brushed her, she could swear to it though she could not see it. A cold shiver along her spine and the touch of death against her cheek. Her lips went cold and she stepped back, cocky grin meeting her disgusted one as it reformed, a bit of blood on his lips. He touched it, placing the blood's remnant on his tongue and Tyrsis realized she was bleeding. Her own hand came to her lips, pulled away red. A nip, playful. She was to be a toy. He moved forward with deadly grace, a snake paralyzing its prey.

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Subject	Author	Date
Monkey Dance	^_^;;	11:19:49 12/09/02 Mon
Hello? -- Tyrsis, 11:37:24 12/09/02 Mon Re: Hello? -- Heh heh heh, 18:23:52 12/09/02 Mon