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Subject: ...Nightfall...


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Farren
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Date Posted: 15:30:59 05/21/01 Mon
In reply to: Lilly 's message, "*A girl of 19 walks up to him,*>" on 13:16:32 05/21/01 Mon
 Night transcends over the pale afternoon light, capturing and mutilating the vague innocence of the wandering road. An owl drifts upon the inky shadows, wingtips fluttering within the vehement hush of the hour, alert orbs hoping for a sight of prey.
The sonance of a voice, a light voice of a girl, causes the lithe young man to turn sharply; abruptly. Flecks of golden brown arise to life within his golden eyes, a brooding intensity about the way he studies the
stranger. A chilling silence passes between the two after the girl's introduction, what would seem a million decades only passing as a fleet moment within stilled time, before the 19 year old speaks. "I am Farren." The voice was dark and deep, heavy upon the soul, an unusual accent clinging to each syllable.
Fajer sidesteps precariously, a large framework of nerves, as a screech pierces through the night, a cry of terrible victory. The winged predator- the owl- had found supper within the undergrowth of the woods.
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*Wisps of hair sweep about her face*Lilly16:16:43 05/21/01 Mon

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