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Kilworth Square

As you step out of the woods, green fields spread out before you on a lush landscape typical of the Irish coast. Little red roofs peek out of a small valley, with farms spreading out beyond the quaint village. A rough sign on your left says 'Kavanagh' in block lettering, pointing down a continuation of the path. You walk down the path into the village. A circular square surrounds a fountain that spouts water in four directions. Cobblestones rub the soles of your shoes, polished to a shine by the busy life of the town. Villagers walk through town, occasionally going to one of the many shops that line the sides of the square.

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((If you want, you can post your stats on the page, such as what your character looks like and what his or her personality is. However, you MUST post your OOC name somewhere in your message, because I need your character's and your own name to put you on the members list. Remember that if you are quitting, go to the OOC board, and if your character is only temporary, say so. Thank you!))

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The Shops

Seamstress Shop || Uncle's Potion Shop

White Dove Horses || Blue Moon Bakery

Lord of the Rings


  • From Shamrock Inn... -- Ronnie, 21:12:14 07/18/02 Thu
    Ronnie bounces to the square, she was filled with bliss since she drank her refreshing lemonade from the Inn. She kicks off her shoes and dances on the fountain’s rim. She whirls around the rough stony edge and shows-off her graceful moves. She smiles at herself with her freedom, then lost her steadiness and stumbles into the fountain’s water. She glances around the square, hoping no one took any notice.

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  • +'chantress & equid + -- Gwyneth, 04:36:17 07/20/02 Sat
    ++Blond temptress mount'd 'pon ebon' steed+Equid's feathered apendages ext'nd and collect as maid'n 's carried in a two-beat'd cadence with her ravenite partner+Locks o' gold cascade o'er fem's gown'd shoulders+Azure optics dart 'round terra as head o' fiery steed tosses, tresses cover his auburn hu'd orbs++

    Dubb'd::Gwyneth
    Gendre::Female
    Summers::Sixteen
    Persona::Unknown to those of who she does not know
    Magic::Can talk to her steed, and conjure up the most advanced fire spells.


    Species::Equine
    Dubb'd::Broken Flame, Affectionatly "Ash" to Gwyn
    Liniage::Fresian
    Hue::Ebony
    Gendre::Stud
    Summers::Sixteen

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    -- -, 04:39:19 07/20/02 Sat
  • [girl] -- Kali, 10:51:53 07/18/02 Thu

    [girl of about 16 years of age enters, wearing a simple light blue garment. her brunette tresses are whisked up into a messy bun, wavy curls escaping from it. her sandals tread lightly upon the cobbles as her mocha-huen eyes scan the market. first things first. a mount. her petite frame is pirouetted, extending her long legs to convey her bod 'cross the street, o'er to the horse corral.]

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  • rides in... -- Anclaire, 16:35:23 07/16/02 Tue
    Anclaire rides in 'pon her new mount, Topaz. The tiny, winged wolf pup by the name on Joslyn sits on the girls lap, fast asleep. Anclaire rides slow, still in shock, clutching the letter. She comes up to the fountian and dismounts. She holds Topaz's lead and puts Joslyn on the ground beside her. She unfolds the letter and reads it again.


    Dearest Anclaire,

    We have some very unfortunate news for you. A large pack of bandits invaded our village last week. There were hundreds of them, all with swords or other weapons. Obviously, Adon went out to try and fight them, but a bandit stabbed him in the back. He lives for about a half hour. I don't think I need to tell you, but just in case: Your dearest Adon is now deep in the soil of the graveyard. We are so sorry. We know you were planning to get married. Maybe you can find another lover in Kavanagh? We at home know this must be very hard for you, we want you to know we are there for you. You may come home if you wish...

    Love, Mother and Father.

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  • - newcomer - -- // Senysu, 10:15:20 07/15/02 Mon


    Her arrival is quiet and not much of great importance. The youth garbed in simple white attire steps lightly across the weathered cobblestones of the main square. Twin bright eyes eagerly take the entire area into speculation as a thoughtful glimmer slips into the lenses. First things... you need a mount, Seny... Her hands - both had been resting at her sides placidly - give sudden tremors, causing the white spun material to shudder as well in tiny vibrations. Then quickly her entire build spins as her direction now is directed to the horse market.


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  • Looking for work -- Elizabeth Renae Mia Kalinski, 13:01:25 07/13/02 Sat
    Elizabeth walks quickly into the town square, she slows her pace as she looks around hoping that she will find a shop that needs help. OOC: Elizabeth needs a place where she will payed fairly. Hopefully she will get to work around horses she has a gift with animals.

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  • enters -- Starli, 12:41:57 07/13/02 Sat
    The beautiful mare enters. She is black with a white star. She is an arabien mare. She looks inquistetly looking for danger, her nostrils flair she lets out a bugle and gallops into the distance with a man on horseback fallowing closely behind. hoping to catch.

    OOC:If someone wants to the man on horseback they can own Starli if they catch her!

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  • Flyer... -- Kaeria, 11:31:04 07/13/02 Sat
    A flyer flailing in the wind reads
    Workers Wanted
    Assistance needed at Blue Skys Horses. If you have any knowledge of the species please reply in Blue Skys Horses in Kilworth Square. Generous pay- up to one goldpiece a month.
    Respond Quickly - Firsy Come First Serve

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  • Flyer... -- Callifae, 10:46:45 07/13/02 Sat
    You see a flyer blowing slightly in the wind. You read it and see:


    Looking for help!

    The Silver Sword weapon shop is looking for a shop hand. As a shop hand you will get 20 shillings per week. Since the owner of the shop, Callifae, is somewhat busy, you will wait at the counter for customers most of the time. At other times, Callifae may ask you to do something else to help her. Please come to the Silver Sword in Kilworth square and talk to Callifae if you are interested! First come, first serve!


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  • Briar... -- Kyna, 21:31:58 07/12/02 Fri
    Briar, I need to talk to you about Kyo, meet me in...uh...the horse traders shop...like blues horses or something....Ive posted there...respond soon....

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  • *Wanders in* -- Kaeria, 07:40:36 07/08/02 Mon
    Kaeria, tears still stinging her eyes, wanders into Kilworth Square. Or so the faded sign proclaims. She sits down in a grassy area to collect her thoughts. She knew she couldnt run forever. If she did, they would catch up with her, and undoubtedly bring her back. She shuddered. Never did she want to go back to Jehran. She must find a home here, or nearby. She had to be stable when- if they came through Kavanagh. Tearing her eyes from the ground, she wiped a tear from one eye and put on a brave face. Behind her she could feel someones eyes on her. She whipped around, but it seemed no one was there. 'Paranoid!', she scolded herself, 'Honestly, youll never be safe if your scared of the tiniest little shadow. Move!'She ordered, and set off toward the inn. At least she would have a room...

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  • *A woman and boy ride in on similar mounts* -- Maggy and Sam, 16:54:35 07/11/02 Thu
    Name: Maggy Graham
    Age: 36
    Looks: PLump, Wavey Hair
    Character: kind, casual, friendly

    Name:Sam
    Age: 16
    Looks: Sandy hair, Blue eyes, casual
    Character: Smart, casual, friendly

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  • Weeping... -- Megan, 12:47:05 07/07/02 Sun
    Megan sits in an alley, half hoping that someone will notice her and comfort her, half hoping no one will notice her becasue she is weeping. She looks down at herself, thinking about her only possesion, aside from her dress. Her knife.
    Her mother had given it to her before she died. It is sparkling clean, even though Megan has hunted with it many times. She keeps it under her dress so people won't be afaid or so she can take her enimies on by suprise. She is a very good hunter and fighter. She is also very pretty. She has black hair, skinny, and has fair skin. She suddenly remembers, her knife is not her only possion, she still has the painting. On her 16th birthday, a few days before she...she pushes the thought away. Anyway, on her birthday, mother took Megan to a painter and got a potrait done of the beautiful 16 year old.
    Megan took it with her when she...was forced away. She still had the painting rolled up in the folds of her dress. She realized she had stoped weeping, but then remembered why she was crying is the first place and the tears flowed strong again...

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  • .:entrada.: -- Jade, 19:06:57 07/09/02 Tue
    Name:Jade Date
    Age:around 18
    Description:Long blue hair, silver eyes, tan skin
    Powers:She was a master of wind, water, and fire and psychic powers, she could also speak to animals
    Personality:Get to know her and you will find she is a rather sweet person
    .:she enters with a black unipeg at her side, the creature was rather large, it had a shiny black coat and black feathery wings which it could hide if it wished, its horn and hooves were gold in color.:
    "Well, BlackCry, let us see what we can see in this strange land."

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  • OOC: Briar major problem with the race!! -- Rose, 14:52:52 07/09/02 Tue
    OK, Im in a summer school type thing at 10:00 which I just realiized. I may be able to get my friend to do it for me, but if not Rose'll have to drop out....Sorry

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  • Pulling... -- Charlie, 09:22:00 07/08/02 Mon
    Charlie, a 17 year old ex-soldier, hitches up the little mini pony rose to a cart. The cart is small and sturdy, and made out of oak wood from the Shadowed Forest. After attaching the harness securely, he leaps in, jostling the cart a bit. {He is training for the race} Having been a cart driverfor the medic squad during the war, he knew a bit 'bout driving. However, he had never driven this horse before, considering it was Briars and he was subbing in. The little pony did seem to be ready to roll, persay, andpricked her ears. Charlie took out his leather-cord whip and snpped it in the air. Rose began to trot forward at a steady pace. Another crack and she cantered ahead, bounding joyfully along. He gave a softer little whip-sound and she extended, almost galloping around the dirt path. He didnt make her gallop, however, pacing for the race. After several laps, he slowed her and unhitched the cart, then walking her out. When she was cooled off, he led her to the stable and tied the cart to a bench, casting a little anti criminal spell on it. He then wandered off to look for some supper.

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  • Flyer reads: -- Kaeria, 18:26:36 07/08/02 Mon
    A flyer whipping in the wind reads
    Workers Wanted
    For the Portrait Palace. Payments below:
    Sketch artists {RL} - 30 shillings a week
    Graphic Designers - 25 shillings a week
    Assistant - 15 shillings a week
    Maid - 10 shillings a week

    All appliers respond to Kaeria in the Portrait Palace, or Art Shop. {{OOC:Email CStarr36@hotmail.com}}

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  • Rurouni Kenshin -- ~Walks in silently~, 09:24:57 07/05/02 Fri
    As he walks in he looks around this new place he has come upon. He notices all of the people and looks down. He looks back up and his long red hair flows freely as the wind blows it swiftly in the wind. He has a handsome face but a dark past. His red velvet shirt is neatly tucked into his white pants that seem to hand like a robe. The shirt is tucked in by a white belt that is tied neatly at the front. His wears sway as the wind carries them also. A sword is cliped along his belt in a leather sheath. His black eyes look around this new place with much joy in them. Then they all of a sudden turn cold. He pulls out a flute and sits down and starts to play an old tune that was taught to him. He continues to play and remains quiet.
    Age:????
    Gender:Male

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  • A flyer reads, "The First Race of Kavanagh"...(It's the Horse Race, Everyone READ!) -- Briar, 09:04:48 07/04/02 Thu
    Fern Field Flat Race (Dirt Track)
    Date To Be Run - July 10th
    Post Time - 10:00 am
    Where - Country Fields, Practice Fields
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    Distances
    Race 1 - 1/4 mile
    Race 2 - 1/2 mile
    Race 3 - 3/4 mile
    Race 4 - 1 mile
    Race 5 - 1 1/2 miles
    Race 6 - 2 miles
    (Please, only two races per horse)
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    Entry Fee
    1 Silver Per Race
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    Purse/Prize
    1st - A Dragon Egg and 10 Golds
    2nd - A See Stone and 5 Golds (See Stone-See future in it)
    3rd - 3 Golds and 2 Silvers
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    Must be Entered by July 8th
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    Sign Up Below: (Post a Response Below)

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  • *enters* -- Jenny, 19:52:53 07/07/02 Sun
    *She shakes her head to rid the dizziness. She sat down along. She looked about. She was only 16 and new nothing about this land.*

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  • ::she enters:: -- Crow, 21:43:36 07/05/02 Fri
    Name: Misha Yuy(aka Crow)
    Age:Unknown looks about 18
    Species: looks human but is part demon part angel
    Powers: of the wind and fire, telepathy, healing, and telekinises(sp??)
    Appearance: black hair to the mid of her back, dark blue eyes, she has a tattoo of thorns on her left arm and on her back a tatto of a crow with its wings stretched, wearing a tank top and shorts with a cloak over her
    True form: she has angel wings that are black, horns on her head, clawed hands and feet, violet skin, sharp teeth, and carries a sword

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  • ...¥ Stygian titan ingresses, muscular fulcrums flowing with the grace of the spirits ¥... -- Dark Side of the Moon, 07:51:58 07/06/02 Sat
    ...¥ Twin auditories prick foward, sweeping the lithosphere for vibrations. Optics scan the verdue covered terra. Culmination is held high upon strong nape. Obsidian talons tear into the sod of the dingle. The sahib's ravan emulsioned pelt causes imaging to be of little visibilty against the stormy floats of the firmament. The asperous yet sagacious mascu was composed of physique so beautiful it was of the spring willows; yet shadow kissed soul was prominent. He had lived for thrice spirals around the shell of time. Labrums touch the blades of green carefully, nibbling tender shoots, ivories in maw grinding carefully before crown is once again raised in wariness. Tapestry whips in the ghost winds as does his midnight pendulum. Velveteen feels zephyrs, paper quivering slightly, feeling the scent of mares in esterus. The primed charger's optical spheres were tinted a deep ruby. Rougish vagabond waits for his fate to be told from the fires of the black. ...¥ Virile emits needlish shriek from plush. It was a call on defiance; a vibration to signal his ingression. He tossed his facade in phlegmatic way; he swished his plume, stinging pesky flys from his obsidian hide. And then he stood still, still as a frozen lake on a wintry day. And he waited. ¥...

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  • Falls... -- Sasha, 16:01:10 07/04/02 Thu
    The 12 year old Sasha comes into the square. It is very busy and Sasha is tired. She sits on the bridge abouve the water, peering at her reflection. She sees a skinny, sad faced girl with long, dark brown hair looking up at her. Then she realizes this girl is herself! She hasn't seen her own reflection for so long she doesn't reconize herself. Suddenly she hears a scream *STOP! THEIF!* A hooded figure carrying a purse run past her, pushing her onto the water! She doesn't know how to swim! She tries franticly to swim to the shore, but knows it's hopeless unless someone saves her...!

    OOC: Here are her stats!

    Name: Sasha
    Age: 12
    Gender: Female
    Traits: Blue eyes, long, dark brown hair, skinny
    Personality: Quiet and shy. TRavels from place to place alone. Orphan.

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  • Rose enters... -- Rose, 15:19:11 07/05/02 Fri
    Rose enters hoping to find a new owner in Kilworth Square. She trots up and eyes around.
    Stats:
    Dubbed: In The Roses {Rose}
    Age: 4
    Breed: Miniature Horse
    Color: Cream
    Children?: No
    Picture URL: http://www.geocities.com/rydergirl11/My_RPG_Stuff/ITRpic.htm

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  • ...Playing games... -- Jazhara, 20:53:44 07/01/02 Mon
    Jazhara(13) looks around the sqaure. Looking around for her friend, James(14), who plays hide-and-go-seek with eachother. She knew it was childish to play games like these, but the Sqaure was busy, and she knew she shouldn't irritate anyone. She ran around the fountain while her purple saran wrap swirled in the air.

    Jazhara

    Age - 13

    Gender - Female

    Trademarks - Maple colored hair, deeply tanned skin, hazel eyes and quite small.

    Personality - Always dancing and singing, no matter what mood she was in. She is pretty fiesty and likes to explore and adventure.


    James

    Age - 14

    Gender - Male

    Trademarks - Ashy blonde hair, honey skin and emerald eyes.

    Personality - Always with Jazhara, whenever he goes to adventure, he always brings him along. He loves Jazhara like a little sister. Hes a good-natured type of person, friendly and always act like a proper gentleman when he needs to be.


    Jazhara leaps onto the fountain's edge to look for her friend, she skims across the crowds for a glint of blonde hair...

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  • From the docks -- Ronnie, 20:46:13 06/30/02 Sun
    Ronnie walks into the sqaure and sits on the fountain's rough edge. She looked at her lap and started to trace the soft blue flower patterns on her wrinkly dress. It was sundown, the sky was streaking red. She looks around for a place to sleep. Shamrock Inn was just around the corner, she decides to sleep there for the day. She hears a tap on her shoulder and whips around to see...

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  • Enters -- Callifae, 12:43:29 07/04/02 Thu
    A young woman enters the square. She is 20 years of age and has light brown, shoulder lenghth hair. She is strong and muscular. She has bag of arrows over one shoulder and a bow on the other. After looking around for a moment, she asks a young man, "Where is the market?" The young man points and says, "Thataway, miss. Jus' keep on goin' straight" "Thanks you" Thw woman replies. Her name is Callifae. She heads towards the market.

    OOC: Here is her staats

    Name: Callifae (Callyfay)
    Age: 20
    Gender: Female
    Traits: Staright, light brown hair that hangs to shoulders, dark brownd eyes, tall, muscular.
    Personality: Strong, tomboy, not much of a talker, raised herself, was abanoned as a child.

    ***LOOKING FOR A HORSE PLEASE RESPOND to MESSAGE IS MARKET IF YOU HAVE ONE!!!***

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  • He trots in... -- None...yet..., 10:04:21 07/04/02 Thu
    The beautiful foal trots into the square. He is a stallion, black as the night with no markings on his small body. It is obvious that he is nevous and maybe scared. He is alone, an orphan. He stays in the shadows, afraid to go into the middle of the noisy square, waiting for someone to notice him.

    OOC: This foal was abandoned by his parents and has wandered in to Kilworth Square. He needs help, a loving trusting ownerto be exact. If you would like to raise and take care of this beautiful colt, please reply to this message. He is alone and scared, please give him a home!

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  • Walks in... -- Anclaire, 11:10:11 07/04/02 Thu
    A young girl walks into the square. She is only 16. Her name? Anclaire. She is average height, with long golden hair that hangs to her waist. She is quiet, but not really shy. She wears a light blue dress, if fair condition. She is somewhat poor, but doesn't show it. She has been traveling for a while now and is tired. Nearby she sees a inn of the name "Shamrock Inn" Maybe she could stay there? She hopes it doesn't cost too much, for she has little money. It is getting dark and she must hurry. She walks quikly towards the inn, when she realizes that Sade, her crow was not with her. She is not worried, she just lets out a low, soft whistle. Almost instantly a beautiful, black crow flys over and lands on Anclaire's shoulder. She continues her journy to the inn.

    OOC: Moving to inn now.

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  • Sats of foal... -- Brooke, 10:19:05 07/04/02 Thu
    OOC: Hey, I created this foal and I'm telling you the stats.
    Name: None yet, owner must name...
    Age: 7 months
    Gender: Male (Stallion)
    Personality: Usaly quite brave, but scared at the moment...
    Color: Totaly black

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  • OOC -- Important! -- Laura, 23:34:01 07/01/02 Mon
    ((Everyone, please check the OOC Board, especially if you're new! Everyone must check, because it's about an addition to Kavanagh. Don't reply here, reply at the OOC Board. ^_^))

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  • a young girl walks in shadowed by strangers -- Heather, 20:23:40 07/01/02 Mon
    a black raven alights on her shoulder sometimes flying above but always staying near.She wears a plain pale blue dress with a small pocket at her thigh.There only about ten shillings jangle against each other as she walks her chocalate brown hair tied up in a quick ponytail.She looks delicate like a small dark flower but her black eyes show fire and defiance.She was an orphan and a runaway.Wandering through small towns and villages sometimes caught stealing food or money and sent to an orphanage only to defy her teachers and escape.Her temper was not to be messed with as it could flame up quickly.She stays to he side eyeing people suspiciously.

    name:Heather
    age:unknown(anywhere from 13 to 15)
    gender:female
    appearance:chocolate brown hair tied up in a ponytail,black eyes,she also carries a small knife in a leather holder on her sock but it is usaully not visible because her dress reaches the ground
    personality:defiant,quick temper,can be sly

    (raven)
    name:Remus
    age:1
    gender:male
    appearance:shiny black
    personality:was raised by Heather because he had fallen from the nes,he satys ever near her follwing wherever she goes though he mainly feeds himself now

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  • a fairly tall young maiden walks into the square -- Lydia, 19:36:21 07/01/02 Mon
    she wears a long forest green dress and leads an old black mare.The mare's face and flanks are speckled in white showing of her age but follows slowly and surely behind the maiden.The maiden however is young with wavy dark brown hair coming all the way to the small her back with brown/green eyes that showed kindess and honesty yet behind these nice qualities there was also a darkness held within her heart.One of sad memories and bad times.

    name:Lydia
    age:17
    gender:maiden
    appearance:forest green dress,dark brown wavy hair and brown/green eyes

    name:Old Abigail
    age:21
    gender:mare
    appearance:coal black with white speckles around eyes and flanks

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  • Silence -- Kyo, 03:53:50 06/29/02 Sat
    The silence startle some as the wind stops and nothing seems to make sound as the man walks in. He wears a large cloak over his body. He removes the hood to reviel that his eyes show he has been in lots of wars and seen much bloodshed. His eyes are the color of crystals. His short hair blows briefly as he faces the town and looks towards it. A smile is across his face as he touches the scar underneath his right eye. He then begins towards the town at a slow pace.

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  • ~Dragon Caller~ -- Miv, 19:03:59 06/30/02 Sun
    *The young elf walks in her long brown hair flowing behind her. She was new but in no way shy. She looks about at everyone and offers a kind smile*

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  • Exceptionally handsome man strides into the square, no animals with him... -- Drayges, 10:05:37 06/27/02 Thu
    He was the image of a perfect human; or so it appreared...Upon looking further into his soul one would discover an unfeeling heart that sought only for itself; not others. His soul, surronded with greed, had led him to betray his brother once, very long ago...But he felt no remose. He looked around the square; Was his brother here now?. He knew the boy was in this area...Yet he saw no flash of gold brown skin or ruffle of charcoal black hair...

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  • *A young girl enters* -- Niomie, 18:37:48 06/28/02 Fri
    *the girl enters, calmly and quietly, her long blue, but torn dress around her, she looked tired and she quietly walked to teh side of the road and leans against a wall, she slides down and stares out*

    Name : Niomie

    Age: 15

    Hair colour: Light sunkissed blonde

    Eye colour: Steel grey

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  • The Chinese Orphan... -- Kini, 12:42:00 06/29/02 Sat
    She felt as though her legs would want to break off her body with nervousness. She stood in the middle of the town sqaure. People didn’t pass her a look; not knowing there was a stranger in Kilworth Square. The Chinese orphan, Annie Jeng, looked 16 with dark brown almond eyes that stands out of her faint complexion, black hair that was held in a bun with chopsticks. She only wore a faded red worn-out calico frock and worn shabby loafers that was given to her when she stopped by houses along the dirt road. She begged for work and a place to sleep everywhere she went. Some were nice and gave her some stale bread and water, in trade for work such as cleaning out the manure in chicken coop or stables. Others though gave her a good boot back to the dirt road. The only belongings she carried was a hollowed branch of wood which was proclaimed as a fife, an ancient fan that was tucked away in her sash, a silver band around her finger. She looked at Kilworth Square, hoping for an opportunity to make something of her life.

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  • *~*A hooded figure glides in....*~* -- Cieso, 18:19:55 06/28/02 Fri
    ...She wears a long black cloak that covers her entire body, she walks with her head down, but looks up as a black mare, comes trotting behind her, oblivious to the town around her. The woman lifts up her hand to stop the filly, but makes no effort to touch or calm it. The horse walks camly beside her asif to answer this action.
    The woman lowers her hood and her brown hair falls around her face. Her golden material brow band keeps her hair out of her eyes and u can see that she wears a beautiful pink an white gown. she tops walkin a gentle places a woven head collar around the young fillys

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  • +A young beautiful woman rides into the town.She is riding a pure black arabian mare with a white star on her head dubbed Death Rose....+ -- .:Rose:., 13:22:37 06/28/02 Fri
    +She slows to a trot and looks around while still on her horse.She dismounts and goes to the stable.Her golden blonde hair shimmers in the sunlight and her soft blue eyes sparkle.+

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  • -=New Char=- -- Eve, 06:59:19 06/26/02 Wed
    She walked over the hill, with a huge grin she read the sign that seem to say the next town was Kanavagh, Home of the Dragon. Dragons, she though, I haven't seen a dragon in years. I wonder what kind they have here. She was a fairly pretty girl, her hair was pixie short and golden bronze, her eyes were a strange tourquoise colour, which made people look at them twice. Her skin was tanned from walking in the sun. Her clothes were simple and plain, but she also carried many pretty fabrics to trade and sell with. She always has a smile on and is always friend to people. As she neared the square of the small town, she could see no activity around. Hmmmm, she thought, where could I stay in this place? I need to find some work, and adventure. Ahhhh theres an Inn over there, I'll go see what it is like. She came up to the door of the Shamrock Inn, she heard noises from inside and steped in to see what was going on.

    Name: Eve
    Age: 24
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Friendly towards everyone, no matter who they are, puts herself before others, and would risk her life for a loved one. She loves adventure and dragons.

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  • ~Walks into the square~ -- Celest and Orion, 13:45:26 06/25/02 Tue
    :.: The girl enters the square and looks around. She has long raven black hair, tan skin from walking in the sun for days, her skirt, oncce white was now a dirty brown from tripping on rocks, her shirt was fairly clean, a lovely light purple, she wore a cloak of deep purple. But there was one thing that stood out about her it was her eyes, those eye that were like crystal, a amystist coloured crystal. She holds her arm out from her side and a beautiful rare white falcon lands gracefully on her arm. Again she looks for signs of people, she is tired from her walk and sits down on a nearby fountian:.:

    Name: Celest
    Age: 15
    Gender: Female
    Personality: She quite but can be outspoken when she wants to be. Her falcon is her best friend. She is also a 4 generation witch.

    Name:Orion
    Age: 15
    Gender: Male
    Personality: Very protective of Celest, has a extremly close bond with her, know her since she was a baby. Friendly to those who are not bad at heart.

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  • old haunts -- Patraig and Thief, 03:48:57 06/16/02 Sun
    The young lad trudged slowly and grudgingly into the cobbled square, head of long, sooty hair hung low and striking blue eyes watching intently the ceaseless movement of his shoeless, dirt ridden feet.
    His tattered shirt flowed carelessly in the warm breeze while the endless movement inside the sack strewn over his shoulder never failed to draw attention. That movement was the large, mohogany brown sewer rat named thief- though none watching would acknoledge that piece of information.
    In his strong, Irish tongue, the youth voices his humble thoughts. N'where could all th'people be Thief, on such a busy day as ah sundy?
    The muted patter of his bare feet comes to a sudden end and he regards his surrounding, wondering whether the exquisite girl he'd met here before and held such a bond with, would still be resident.
    Name ~ Patraig
    Age ~ Sixteen
    Gender ~ Male
    Personality ~ Talk to him and work that out

    Name ~ Thief
    Age ~ 3
    Gender ~ Male
    Personality ~ Look at his name!

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  • ~enters~ -- Joannie, 09:27:07 06/18/02 Tue
    ~enters pon' beautiful black Thoroughbred stallion. She does not ride in a saddle and does not wear a dress like most ladies wore instead she rode bareback with not even a bridle to control her horse. She wore breeches and a low cut white shirt her long wavy blonde hair was put back in a ponytail but still reached her waist. The sun shone brightly down on her which made both her and her young stallion shine. She dismounted and looked around the large Thoroughbred followed her as she started to walk a little ways looking for someone to show her around. She turns back to the saddlless stallion and grabs his mane and steps back then jumps forwards and swing her leg atop the stallion and easily gets on and settles herself onto his back like it was nothing. She rubs the grand stallion neck as he bobs head up and down~

    Name~Joannie
    Age~13yrs
    Gender~female
    Description~blue eyes,long wavy blonde hair,tall skinny but not very skinny
    Personality~very friendly once she gets to know you but at first is always shy,great rider,loves to work with horses


    Name~Untamed Desert
    Gender~stallion
    Age~6yrs
    Breed~Thoroughbred
    Color~midnight black
    Markings~none all black
    Personality~very wild towards anybody but Joannie unless they are her friends. If anyne ever hurts Joannie he always comes and helps her

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  • V...A young girl, about fourteen winters, enters the square, taking a hand of the reins to push some of her golden brown, chin length hair behind her ear...V -- Chennyae, 13:37:25 06/13/02 Thu
    V...She rode upon an unusual buckskin mare; unusual in the fact that, instead of a goldenrod yellow coat, this female had a ice blue one. The mare was Arab; it was very pronounced in her flowing gait, long mane, tail, and forelock, and slightly dished face. She flags her tail high and prances slightly, nervous to be in a confined area. The girl sits in a pricey, leather saddle, and upon the mare’s head is a finely made bridle. A large, handsome, brilliantly white wolf, steps proudly, head carried high. His fluffed coat hides scars, and his deep, black eyes are full of wisdom. The girls tanned, but white, not brown, skin, is slightly covered by a silk purple sleeveless-shirt, which is very low cut, and under that is an airy, white blouse. She also wears knee length, silver colored pants. She wears a small, leather bag at her waist; a purse, and next to it is a beautiful dagger. She also carries a crossbow on the back of her saddle. She has a small book titled, “Faraway” and is sits in a small saddlebag of the right side of her saddle. Her sky blue eyes are very sensitive to movement, as are her ears to sound...V

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  • A 14 year old girl new to the area makes her apperence! -- Brittnee, 22:39:45 06/14/02 Fri
    Walks over the hill and looks down at the town below the a sudden rush or energy burst in her heart and she gallops down hill on her elegant blue roan sabino Saddlebred stallion with a gleaming long mane and tail waving in the wind..................The young girl about 5'9 shoulder lenght curly brown hair with icey blue eyes they look like heaven it self looking despritely for a guy her age who wants to show her around *wink * Wink*

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  • A girl about 15 years old enters on horseback... -- Kaidra, 16:31:19 06/13/02 Thu
    she is riding upon a fresian, with her red hair blowing wildly in the breeze. Her green eyes shone in the sunlight. But only when she turned to calm her mount, could you see her true beauty. She was short but skinny,not too skinny, just perfect. Her voice was like that of a mother to her child, as she tried to steady her big black mare. She turned to you and smile. "hello," she said," I'm Kaidra."

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  • The boy looks for Kyna nervously; he wanted to ask her something... -- Briar, 13:23:10 06/10/02 Mon
    occ-you only need to respond to one of these posts

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  • White carrige with gold on it, pulled by dapple gray stallions rolls in, with a royal family, a King, Queen, and Princess... -- John, Lernye, & Amelia, 18:04:49 06/07/02 Fri
    The carriage driver, in a tailcoat and top hat, steps off the box and goes round, opening the carraige door. He sticks out a white-gloved hand, and a dainty one takes it. "Madam," says the coachman, bowing. The Queen steps down from the wagon. She is dressed in expensive silks, and sandals, and wears a veil over her face. She has an earing and nose ring, and a fine chain connects them. She steps carefully across the cobblestones. She then turns and puts out a gloved hand. A large, pudgy one takes it. Out steps the most enormusly-girthed man anyone could imagine. It appears he had no neck, so covered in fat is he. He carries his nose high, and his chest puffed out, but perhaps he has to to keep his balence. He steps aside, and the coachman then takes the last persons hand. A beautiful girl, with strawberry-blonde hair, steps out, and looks icyly around, cruel heart unfeeling. She has two large hoop earings, an extremely low cut shirt, with a split coming partially up from the botton, a very short skirt, and boots with heels so high she stands on her toes. everything is black (she's not gothic).

    occ-they are rulers from another land...

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  • ~*Entrada*~ -- Domeena, 18:10:23 06/08/02 Sat
    ~*Young femme slows her prancing bay mare, raven hair flowing the length of her waist as she looks around, gray eyes searching the newfound place. She sighs, dismounting and laying a quiet hand on the equine's muzzle, seeming to calm the robust creature. A middle-class dress flows about her boots as she loosens the girth on the ordinary saddle and then leans against the mare, heaving yet another heavy sigh*~

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  • Entrance -- Keerah, 17:42:16 06/08/02 Sat
    A young woman enters the village, upon no steed nor in a fine carriage. Keerah is the young dame?s name. Few possessions or riches does she have, only carrying needed supplies with her. She?s young, twenty-five at the very most though she appears to be hardened by years of work, likely farming and roaming the land. Hair is unbound, allowing waves of strawberry blonde to fall to her shoulders as she surveys her surroundings with vivid cerulean eyes. This seems as if it would be a decent place to stop and maybe?maybe settle down for a time. A smile crosses her features, as she pauses to take everything in.

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  • . Newcomer . -- Mavelle, 19:30:47 06/03/02 Mon


    . Newcoming fatale rides in 'pon bay mount, dancing green orbs scanning the Irish town closely, yes, she was from Ireland, but never had she ventured this far...Seems to ask equine for a trot, lower limbs, hidden 'neath beautiful emerald green velvet gown do not even touch equus, long auburn-red tresses cascade down back, continuing trot down roads .

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  • .ll.Women and horse.ll. -- Niku, 12:08:51 05/31/02 Fri
    .ll. A women rides over the hill on the back of a dapple grey mare. The mare snorts and paws the ground while the woman looks around. She smiles as if satisfyed with something she had been pondering over for a long time. She contimues down the road. As you take a closer look at her you notice that she is quite beautiful. Light skinned with a nice complection complimented by wavy brown hair and startling deep green eyes. She is tanned from being in the sun so much. Her age is about 20. The mare sets in at an easy trot a clound of dust following them .ll.

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  • joining -- moonlight, 09:33:40 05/25/02 Sat
    One dark night a wolf was born she was told of all the wonderful things in the world and how bad humans were,she didn't believe them the day she was going to tell her mom what she thought about humans there was a loud blast and her mom breathed no more. She found her father and mother later with no fur on! She grew up alone and seeking vengence and now a town is built where she had so many happy memories,where she was born,where she shall take her vengance!!!!!!!!!!



    name: moonlight
    age: 4
    fur color: black
    eye color: baby blue
    paw color: as icy black as her heart
    apperance: a female with a lot of mucles and at first site is the mangeist thing you ever saw but if you see her up close you'll think she's more beautiful than beauty itself. She has a white heart shaped patch of fur where her heart is supposed to be!
    personality: saddened and hard,but she can be trusting and happy at times

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  • €>>><<<€ -- Akuma Teuful, 13:43:57 05/25/02 Sat
    A black mist filled the air when it suddenly vanished revealing a woman of maybe 22 years of age. The question was,though, is she human? It was hard to tell the woman had golden eyes that seemed to pierce right through you and pointed ears. That wasnt the strangest thing about this woman because when she turned to face some people it was noticed that there were two dragon like fangs protruding from her upper lip. The woman was dressed in all black from her green juled head band all the way down to her leather walking boots. Even her hair was black, black as a raven. The crimson lips move in silent speech until a grey cloak apears on the woman, a hood covering the face. The woman walks off leaving many questions behind her. Who is she? Why is she here? The questions are countless...

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  • *Awakes* -- Louis, 21:07:45 05/26/02 Sun
    *As the sun finally sinks below the mountain range he comes out from the shadows. He walks into the square with a glow about him, he was different. He had eyes of gold, once blue, his dark brown hair tied back and in the fine Cajun clothes. He looked as if he was 23 but many more years had pasted since he was that age...*

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  • ~enters~ -- Tao, 19:05:23 05/26/02 Sun
    *raven horse enters the square in a dignified manner*


    ~boy on the horse quickly slows him to a trot with his head bowed down~


    *an obvious disliking of having to make himself lower, he snorts, yet obeys Tao's command*


    ~Tao smiles while whispering a thanks into the horse's ear~

    ~they couldn't let anyone know who they were, for it was too dangerous for them~

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  • (cont. from below) :.:Sense:.: -- Huttser, 07:45:42 05/25/02 Sat
    :.:Your father, young lady, your father? Oh by and by...I remember, of course. Indeed, there is much to say. A single though is chased from his mind, bearing the memory of Peter's return, and his companion's ill knowledge of the fact. No, telling her of such a fate would worsen her desire of finding him. What would he do then, to stop her? Ah, Satine...my stories of Old Pewter mgiht tickle your bones, or strive for your hope's demise. One instant, playing between intellect and instinct, I have wish to say something I should not. In another moment, there replaced with juvenile dicomfort. I am but a lost pup inside, my friend. Satine, perhaps it is best for I to say what I can, and try what I cannot. Your father, Satine, is still alive. I know it now, and will always know until the last breath passes from his lips....I knew your father, Satine. I know him still, but for all years gone, you may never recognize him... A faint twitch of his ears follows his speech, eyes glowering at the stone underfoot. Sheepish, aghast in his own world, though still fierce at soul and craving a way to explain the stories. Perhaps if the fellow watching us would kindly move out of hiding, so that I may feel more at comfort? At once, he tilts his head in the direction of the youth, Briar. Although his senses were nulled with, he knew when and where a soul appeared. He and his canine friend, if they would not mind, please. He continues to stare, inviting the pair without emotion. Welcoming was deserving for friends, and ignorance fit for fiends. He would soon see.:.:

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  • Glance -- Kyna, 18:41:08 05/24/02 Fri
    A girl, around the age of 19 or 20, enters. She looks around, cautiously, for any signs of danger. Paranoid she is not. Her past is a brutal one, and she does not trust many. But for a moment, she relaxes in this new, and peaceful place. She smiles to herself. I think I just might like it here...but I am alone. Alas, if she only had someone, a friend, to keep company with her. She carefully pulls the hood of her dark green cloak over her elegant, gleaming blonde hair.

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  • ::enter:: -- ::§arina::, 01:29:28 05/26/02 Sun
    ::the maiden enters, scarlet robe drawn about body, she looks around the square, it was the same as it had been of old, but there was a new air there, thinking she had seen Yeryan slipping into the shadows, she calls out to him, 'Yeryan!' hoping that he would hear her, she jogs over to where she thought she saw him disappear, waiting in hope that he would reappear::

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  • .new arrival. -- .Krystal × Blade., 18:45:52 05/25/02 Sat
    .the girl steps in lightly, a strong hawk alighted on her shoulder, she looks for her twin, Lorelei.

    .not seeing her, she turns around in a full circle, letting her flowing gown spin.

    ×white hawk lets out a shrill cry 'pon the shoulder of the twenty two year old girl×

    ×mascu' takes flight, glancing untrustingly t'ward anyone who might harm the girl×

    .a trusting and comforting glance from steeblue eyes t'ward the hawk and he lands on her arm lightly.

    Name: Krystal
    Age: 22
    Gender: Femme
    Appearance: Black hair, steelblue eyes, and a white cloak, unlike her twin sister
    Personality: Usually happy with a smile on her face, uses her limited healing arts to help others.

    Name: Blade
    Age: Unknown
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Pure white
    Personality: Extremely protective of Krystal, as she saved his life when he was an infant. Mostly kind if you earn his respect.

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  • Search.. -- Trista, 14:14:00 05/25/02 Sat
    Young maiden stormed out of the Inn, quite angry. She looks around for the cloaked figure that destroyed a pendant of some sort.

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  • Joining -- Shawn, 11:14:17 05/25/02 Sat
    Name:Shawn
    Age:16
    Gender:male
    Personality:Goood loves animals
    History:dosent tell
    Looks:Blue eyes,brown hair

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  • . one of silence . -- .lorelei., 09:54:37 05/25/02 Sat
    .femme ingresses 'pon terra, raven cloak drawn 'gainst body with a matching hood covering her head, liquid orbs of steel blue gaze emotionlessly with only a passing glance for all.
    .for one to earn her respect, t'was a hard mission.
    .many a time experiencing pain, she trusted few.
    .past being impotent, she found strength later in her teenage years.
    .now in her early twenties, though past is shrouded with mystery, she hurries on silently now used to prying eyes, she pays no heed.

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  • Again... -- Amarant, 09:52:02 05/25/02 Sat
    The man of a rough past enters the square for what seemed to him, the millionth time. His eys scan the surrounding buildings, unchanged, and yet so different. Perhas it was the bareness of it all, how the people that were once crowding the streets had disappeared. He cared little about what reasons they had for leaving, but only about the thought of getting some rest, back at the inn where Aurora would be. The wingly smirks his irritance, and streches his newly-healed wings in sign of over-exaustion. all he feared was Aurora's reaction to him showing up again, with excuse for him being gone and all...crossing all four upper-body limbs with his "usual" fashion, Amarant crosses the sqaure, pending for the inn...

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  • X...A darker skinned boy enters on an ebony stallion, eyes watching the people warily...X -- Briar, 09:03:05 05/25/02 Sat
    X…The pitch-black stallion throws his noble head, impatient to be traveling faster then a slow, cautious walk and the red flames of his eyes dance. The boy’s hands grip the mane of the horse and he rides without saddle or bridal, steering by leg, word, and with their immensely deep bond. Following behind and off to one side is a she-wolf with a night-dark coat. Her muzzle and paws are flecked with a dull silver color, as are her tail and her ears. She pads along quietly, tail low, eyes watchful. The boy's gold-brown skin glints like copper sheets in the sunlight and his rough-cut, charcoal-black hair is ruffled by a gentle breeze. The air is pleasant and so he wears a hide vest and a thin, white, short-sleeved shirt, and shorts, both well worn and broken in. With him he carries many things…Hidden in sheaths all over his body are fine knives and at his hip he carries a dagger. The hilt is beautifully carved, engraved with emeralds and sapphires, made from silver, and the blade is fine metal. It glows ocean-blue when danger, whether human, animal, or elemental, approaches. He also has a stunning mahogany longbow with arrows feathered from a phoenix and the points are bladed with carved dragons’ teeth. In his pocket he always has a small woodland flute that has a forest-green vine design in it and special properties. He has a small, leather shoulder sack and in it are three gold coins called Dasks, two silvers called Mas, and a copper, called Kan. It also holds a flat piece of jade and a small orb in which black and white smoke swirls, as well as an apple and a small sketchbook. The sketchbook is full of beautiful paintings, charcoal, and pencil drawings of animals, trees, places, and people. Around his neck he wears a silver-colored charm on a thin chain, the charm in the shape of a large maple tree. His startling, gray-green eyes are very observant. He has a strange aurora about him and there is a wild look in his eyes that comes from inside his heart. There is much more to him than it appears and he has Wylde-Magic running in his veins. He nudges his horse slightly with bare feet and the she-wolf slinks along behind, cold looking, ice blue eyes alert…X

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  • :.:Alone:.: -- Huttser, 17:51:26 05/24/02 Fri
    :.:The skies pass overhead, clouds twisting, changing, ever becoming something new for the eyes fo the ground-walkers to see. Earth rarely changed, and did so at it's leisurely pace. Now the town he'd become engraved to was nothing but a single difference....one between now, and what the humans had made it before. He sits alone, an old canine of massive weight an strength, though so old, his eyes were misty with a lack of youth. Barely, his tail twitches to softly tap the warm cobblestone in a content manner. His grave eyes scan the few people amidst the square, hoping for some sign of his companion. The dragon, at least, was gone. A new life was now begun to crawl its way into society, and he was ready. The absence haunts me, Satine. Make yourself seen, please. You cannot be far, at all, indeed. Hum, this is not good. Simply terrifying. Experience it again, I refuse! Seeing Kavanagh so empty, I will not. come then, as you please Satine. As if he expected her show the whole while, the elderly wolf rises on his haunches, grinning in the direction of the inn. Yonder or flight? Daylight or night? Ah, but words cannot speak. Command at the heart, the mind controls the voice. See how...I am alone after all.:.:

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  • hmm -- A Dark Shadow, 08:28:41 05/24/02 Fri
    As he walks in his black cape blows in the cold wind that follows him. The Black hood that covers he head stays there as he walks urther in. Hmm This place looks pretty good. Heh it should be fun my visit here. He glances around to see the people that come here. He then notices Ryo. Heh a warrior that should be fun on my visit. Hmm yes indeed. He laughs as he walks into town.

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  • I'm New -- Ryo Sakazaki, 08:46:24 05/23/02 Thu
    Name: Ryo
    Gender:Male
    Age:....


    I am here to see new things. Heh Im not evil or nothing. I look forward to seeing anyone who cares to talk.

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  • New.. -- Trista, 08:17:46 05/23/02 Thu
    An Unfamiliar face walks into the square.
    Name: Trista
    Age: 23
    Gender: Female

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