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Date Posted: 09:03:50 04/23/01 Mon
In reply to: Aphrodite 's message, "*she watches the female from the cave*" on 08:27:13 04/23/01 Mon

(OOC- sorry for her char rudeness. It's the way she is. But to get on her good side is well. And sorry for leaving so soon but this wednesday I'm going on vacation to my grandmothers until Sunday so I won't be able to "terrorize" as most call it. I just call it creating a good story line, I don't know.)

FireStorm returns the glare. Her oculars locking on her for a split-second. But she didn't want to spend valuable time and energy gawking at a future challenge.

She scoffed that the alpha male would pick an alpha by love. It should be depicted by strength and stamina. The power to hold a pack together well without falter. FireStorm would prove herself worthy come the setting sun of the next day. Come the time the alpha accepted her.

But don't get her aloof stance wrong, she was very respectful. She only wished to fight the chosen female, be her name - FireStorm didn't care. But the male she respected fully, he was like her -in most ways.

She, being a warrior, killer, was merciless of the pain she delivered unto others. But she had a heart, in there somewhere that she blocked off from even the ones who stole her emotions.

She sat on the dusty ground, it's yellowy dirt swirled forming small tornadoes that rages among tiny villages. FireStorm looked at them a bit. Then looked at Aphrodite and the rest of the pack. With hushed eyes once more.

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