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Subject: *damn, I got bumped*

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Wytch Hazel

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Date Posted: 23:42:31 08/30/02 Fri
In reply to: CS 's message, "[Greetings]" on 15:12:20 08/28/02 Wed

Raptly, a chuckle emmits softly from the depths of a serpentinan throat.

Hardly. Amiable, at the least, but I would preffer to describe myself as snub, personally.

The youths countanance pulls taught in a warmer jesture, though her stygian eyes scrutenizingly discarded the verdancy as a horrific occurence. Being one of the darker side, a barren landscape was the only expectation or want for the hardy draclings. Tossing back a refined maw, a harspicord echoes its melody from the wytch's lips yet again.

Its funny, Aunt Common, that every realitve that you have ever had seemingly shows up once you have brought yourself into power.....ironic, dont you believe?

THe countanance after the following echo was more of a jousting mock, being more rhetoric than anything else. Curtly folding a ebony tail around the petite form, the prim dracling arches back a lengthened nape in a regal manner, watching her relatives of royalty's carriage and mocking with intricate poise. Now that Oblation was around, her good fourtune of presence amungst the lands would become ever more apparent when the time of need aroused.

.WYTCH.HAZEL.
.the youth.

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Subject	Author	Date
[Amused]	CS	20:52:30 08/31/02 Sat
.feud. -- Wytch Hazel, 21:19:32 08/31/02 Sat