| Subject: Dearest Oberon |
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Naisa
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Date Posted: 15:40:49 10/07/02 Mon
"Yes, Time is money." She agreed, the presence behind her stilling slightly. The sound of water trickled through her ears, halo of green flaring slightly as her eyes remained focused on that of the stranger. She understood now, knew the source of his power, his connection with things... that familiar scent...
...and didn't give a damn.
Time hesitated, eternity pausing a moment as the Chronus shifted around her... only deeper, more controlled. A soft shade of mist crashing around them, formed in a moment as reality shuddered and came to a pause. She did not expect it to have effect on him, did not look for its opportunity to... but a moment was all she needed, her form and Mateo's faded away in the mist... and yet not gone. She spoke softly, watching through ethereal eyes, his scent strong in her mind. Spiritually, he could never run now, always a trace in her mind, wolves' prey.
"You don't understand." Her smile was something tangible, quiet darkness tainting the mist as the sound of water continued, trickling and fading. "I'm not playing a game. I'm not offering you a chance to 'take my weapon'. And I don't sell out. Sit down, shove off, and get out. Last warning."
OOC: If we are gonna fight, we need to arrange a time to do it in chat. This one won't work over MB, particularly not without Mateo as well.
amo tu mashiara.
always,
Anj
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