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Subject: ...Dangerous Ways...


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Farren
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Date Posted: 08:23:01 05/20/01 Sun
 The sun hangs low in the sky, quite odd for the transition between morning and noon. Rays of bronze drape across the land with lavish elegance, the eloquence of the scene arising a subtle feeling within the souls of all. The picture becomes flawless, too perfect within its own rights, for nothing mars the quietude. Within the haze of golden brilliance looms the darkening silhouette of steed and man, the shadowy duo drawing ever closer to the terrain.
The appearance may soon be depicted from within the distance, the man of a youthful age- perhaps 19. Tall, perhaps some would describe as lanky, yet etched muscles showing beneath the olive colored skin. Tousled raven hair of richness and amaranthine eyes of various shades of gold cause the man to stand out in a crowd, features handsome beyond belief. No sword is seen, no weapon within view of seeking eyes for only knives and daggers suit the swift reflexes of he.
The steed resembles that of a monumentous statue of onxy; a mighty black stallion of great staure and build. Few scars trace the opulent pelt of the stud, supple sinew bulging from beneath Fajer's taut hide of ink.
The pair tread on in silence, mystery enshrouding their forms with secrecy. A brooding expression descends across the visage of the young man, a cool hatred forming about his aura. Farren was not of fiery words and menacing ways, he was much more dangerous. The young man lives a life of lies, cynicism, mind games and daring- an evil within its own right.
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*A girl of 19 walks up to him,*>Lilly13:16:32 05/21/01 Mon

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