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Subject: ¥ Eyes ¥ Author: Phantom Of The Opera [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:28:30 12/17/01 Mon In reply to: touch of spice 's message, "joining" on 21:37:28 12/15/01 Sat ¥ orbs of rich amber fall 'pon the soul of ebon...her form magnificent...from the silk of her hindtresses to the fine whiskers of her velvet plush. He watches from his labyrinth of shadows - so comforting to he - the two other males were of little significance, & yet he respected their space ; remaining under the cover of darkness. However, his heart panged demandingly - pressuring him to call to her - in which he did. A tender melody of coos & purrs erupted from his vocals...kissing the wind & enveloping her dainty frame. And still he stood, within the inky-blackness, massive form of his two-toned hide hidden from view. Turning then, he left, leaving his calling card - two single prints of his fores & his musky scent. Returning to his homelands with a well-marked trail...dearly hoping that she would follow & live her precious life beside he. However, thee phantom had his ways & would always return for her if she ever needed him. Whether she trailed him or not, he would keep an eye on her - a mare he never would forget ¥ The Point Of No Return [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date watch touch of spice 03:39:46 12/18/01 Tue Sure, thats fine; am I the evil soul or is that POTO (Phantom Of The Opera) (NT) -- Black Light, 04:00:48 12/18/01 Tue no........... -- touch of spice, 15:45:30 12/18/01 Tue Whickers gently -- Fire at Midnight, 07:48:17 12/19/01 Wed glare -- touch of spice, 16:31:28 12/19/01 Wed Respect -- Fire at Midnight, 02:27:03 12/20/01 Thu watch -- touch of spice, 16:47:35 12/21/01 Fri Whickers -- Midnight, 03:46:17 12/22/01 Sat glare -- t.o.s, 03:59:55 12/23/01 Sun Nods -- Midnight, 04:41:26 12/23/01 Sun