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Subject: ... Author: ... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:52:33 10/06/02 Sun In reply to: Naisa 's message, "Amazed" on 13:00:08 10/06/02 Sun Interesting…. The tune played again shattering the silence around the figures of Mateo and Naisa…it danced with the notes of the wind in a sound that only a Forgotten could produce…seamless in its beauty, utter in its melancholy. At a simple and utter crescendo of beauty… He simply appeared there sitting calmly on the limb of a tree clearly and completely visible, left leg dangling idly. The flute stopped as he nearly reverently drew it away from his lips. Slowly ice blue eyes cracked open, piercing, nearly disturbingly so. He smiled slightly and looked towards the two “bringers of death.” And spoke… “who are you?” he didn’t care to greet them…there was no need, after-all they would be going nowhere, besides what did he care if a few thousand Forgotten were dead? He smirked….these two were interesting…no, they weren’t they were pitiful….their weapons were interesting though. Oddly, he had expected more. He smiled and cocked his head to the side, shimmering onyx hair falling to his shoulders…his archaic looking clothing glinting with a sheen that seemed almost new. He slipped from the tree, landing with the graceful ease of a hunting cat. Slowly he stepped past the brush and looked at them. “oh…and I wouldn’t run if I were you…I doubt you’d make it out of here alive, be it magic wise or not.” He shrugged nonchalantly, unarmed…well except for the flute. Piercing blue eyes regarded them passively, a slight smirk etched forever on his face…. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Puck Naisa 17:09:30 10/06/02 Sun Re: Puck -- ..., 17:19:30 10/06/02 Sun Titania -- Naisa, 18:37:05 10/06/02 Sun Re: Titania -- ..., 19:06:14 10/06/02 Sun Oberon -- Naisa, 05:22:57 10/07/02 Mon Re: Oberon -- ..., 08:48:07 10/07/02 Mon