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Subject: (.then it shall be.)

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Theif

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Date Posted: 15:23:38 02/21/02 Thu
In reply to: Conquerer 's message, "He snorts loud screaming out at him." on 15:12:35 02/21/02 Thu

(.curvaseous daimonds lock to streamline cirlicue... locks o' ebon twisting o'er thy mask. breath is cut short at thy name o' his beloved however anger swells o'er to thy 'so called' awareness o' his dead love and child. rough pate rolls skywards as a vicious scream releases from he. lethal scythe rakes at thy loam as revenge crosses mind I know very well o' being left alone to serve myself in life you know nothing o' true survival if your dam left you and you ended up here... nothing! I know well o' what it is like to have no care or company for years... and how many years hath thee lived with no care or no love... I have gone 5 until I met thy beloved Black Coal... the time which I knew her was short and I never once met thy child... why... tis I who deserted them both... for reasons I cannot explain but sheer fear I guess you might call it. fear you ask... o' what... these feelings which made me depart caused myself to find thy old homeland and rightfully take revenge on all those who discarded o' me... leaving me as a child no more then a weanling after my sire decided I was to much o' a hassel... thus calling me an outcast... I am no longer his child nor my dam's... I was disowned! complain... complain but I'm guessing your serogate mother brought you up well however she might be... I had none. It is quite odd that I survived and I stand not much taller then a wee mare due to thee lack o' nutrients. you shall grow strong as I see it in your physique however your quick to jump ridicule shall end you with pain and suffering... watch your mouth and thus you shall live with a desirable name... however my original name was to be Storm with thy title o' Prince infront. you know nothing o' hardships or being deserted seeing as you weren't my child or so you say thou ebony brute coils back into thy shadows... not moving however waiting 'bout for thy youth's reply.)

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Subject	Author	Date
His anger mellows.	Conquerer	15:30:54 02/21/02 Thu
(.my son.) -- Theif, 18:06:27 02/21/02 Thu So are you leaving soon father?? -- Conquerer, 18:11:22 02/21/02 Thu Mare watches from the shadows. -- DFE, 03:44:48 02/22/02 Fri (.thy fate remains unknown.) -- Theif, 15:59:00 02/22/02 Fri He pulls back. -- Conquerer, 07:02:05 02/25/02 Mon Painted Mare watches. -- DFE, 08:13:49 02/25/02 Mon