* the ottermaid didn't flinch or move. Staring at the haremaid she studies her for a second. She then speaks for the first time her voice low.* Clothes and apparel do not matter. Names and attitude does. Who are you? * the ottermaid keeps her eyes on the hare watching her every mood, her brown eyes studying her steadily.* -- The Salamandastron Dance

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Subject: * the ottermaid didn't flinch or move. Staring at the haremaid she studies her for a second. She then speaks for the first time her voice low.* Clothes and apparel do not matter. Names and attitude does. Who are you? * the ottermaid keeps her eyes on the hare watching her every mood, her brown eyes studying her steadily.*

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Date Posted: 19:57:34 07/13/04 Tue
In reply to: Areea Blackwave 's message, "The Dark Warrioress" on 18:48:57 07/13/04 Tue

>* The tall lean ottermaid steps into the dance room
>and orders a drink. Taking it she nods her thanks and
>goes to the back of the room and leans against a wall.
>She is clad in a short sleevless tunic with a black
>rope belt. Her tunic is black. She has twin daggers
>thrust through her belt and a secret weapon inside her
>tunic. A scabbard hangs at her back with it's belt
>over her shoulder and then strapped to her rope. Her
>brown eyes rove around the room as she watches beasts
>wondering if any of them is like her with no family.*

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"Well, if you're refering to your clothes, look look like a coffin-bearer," Sahara grinned. "As for me, I call myself Crazy Hare, or Sahara." She smiled aminably. (NT)	Sahara	20:13:05 07/13/04 Tue