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Subject: ..duh.she�s.scared..

Author:
Alina

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Date Posted: 08:59:36 08/26/04 Thu
In reply to: dark_skada 's message, "..moment.to.herself.." on 19:06:50 08/24/04 Tue

..wind.in.her.hair..sun.on.her.back..

.....Alina did not like the master smiling like that. The feeling of safety that he had provided was now wearing thin...

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[> Subject: A Hunter Who is Hunted..

Author:
Kazan
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Date Posted: 17:28:47 08/26/04 Thu

A Beast that can not be tamed

A great snarl resounds from the demons throat at the vampires tone and words. lobes moving forward to listen though his anger flamed in his glowing green optic. muscular limbs moving him foolishly closer at the vamps insults. shaking his massive crania to get control of himself after a second, Kazan turns about his glance never leaving the vampire. getting back the control he had lost to his wolven mind he yawns his motions taking him back lazily towards the shadows. form blurring, he shifts to his human form in the blink of a human eye. tight leather pants forming as well, as it was the only material he could find that would withstand the process of his shifting. leaning down he picks up a bundle he had hidden in the shadows a large fighting sword neatly wrapped in a shirt becoming visible. standing so he could keep an eye on the two he slings the sword over his back along with his pack. his muscular chest exposed showing off his tanned flesh. I tire of your games vampire his voice rich and deep, rolling about the courtyard radiating a dark power. green pools watching him warily before shifting over the girl once more. turning his back to leave if permitted he moves forward with a regal grace about his movements as well as an almost predatory awareness. It was easier to carry his things in human form though he disliked the lack of senses and strength that was present in the wolven form.