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Date Posted: 23:09:58 02/21/03 Fri
Author: Rebelion
Subject: � Lose Yourself �
In reply to: Spyryt 's message, "^Unbrokyn^" on 22:23:44 02/20/03 Thu

((I really don't...i read posts in lairs when bored...see, i know all...Rebel is getting there. Mwa ha hahaha! As far as you bein' sick don' worry bout it. I don' blame you...by the waysy...Timeline...on his behalf, sense his playa's a chicken snit, I'll ask for him...lol. He's gettin awfully alone. Renegade's playa is in love with Time and Ragey kins. Hee hee. She's silly.))

He nods and sits down with perfect posture. His eyes glint with unsaid words but quickly clear. Meditation was something he knew very well...yes, very well indeed. He'd been on many vision quests and was quite familiar with them, perhaps even more comfortable on that plane than this. Before blocking her out completely, he looks toward her with a blank expression, his own tone mono-toned at last and firmer than steel as he replies easily.

Yes, I know how.

His orbs glitter with his dangorous youth, if it were not for his size and composure, few would ever notice. Still, it seems odd for such a youth of such physical power to wish to live as an adept. Perhaps that was his mother's weak blood in his veins, but for an elder to insult him so openly is no shock. Perhaps it was the vassle inside him, the beast known for it's deadly bloodlust, perhaps it was the Perenese arrogence or even the Sian pride, but for some reason he found himself more violent now than he had in a long time. Pationce...pationce my son. It will save your life someday. His mate's words fill his heart with bitter remorse and anger. They would die, they would all die! Even if it ment being belittled so, lord knows he was giving her enough oppertunities! In any case, he had to remember...Pationce...pationce my son.

�Lose yourself�

This world is mine for the taking, make me King.
As we move toward a, new world order.
He's no father.
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter.
You only got one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder.
Caught between being a father and a pre-madona.
I can not grow old in Salem's lock.
So here I go, it's my shot.
Feet fail me not, this may be the only oppertunity I got.
Lose Yourself
� Rebelion �

� The Living Dead �

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