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Date Posted: 19:30:08 12/23/07 Sun
Author: Deathfang
Subject: OOC: I have not posted here in at least four years. Silvren, Iceclaw, Wraithe, Darkrose, Darkfire… Is anyone, anyone here?
In reply to: Deathfang 's message, "OOC: I have not posted here in at least four years. Silvren, Iceclaw, Wraithe, Darkrose, Darkfire… Is anyone, anyone here?" on 19:27:44 12/23/07 Sun

OOC: I have not posted here in at least four years. Silvren, Iceclaw, Wraithe, Darkrose, Darkfire… Is anyone, anyone here?


**The robed ferret, once an ambitious and well-known warrior of Fort Nightshade, enters the castle for the first time in many seasons. The Great Hall is coated in a thick layer of dust, and he gazes around sadly.
Fort Nightshade is now but a memory. But oh, such a glorious memory! The ferret remembers when this hall was filled with bustling warriors and inhabitants of the Fort... but now he stands alone.
The seasons have been hard on this once-great warrior -- his fur is now gray with age, and he walks with a painful limp. Yet his face still carries a trace of his former pride, and despite his limp, he bears himself like the proud commodore he once was.
Crossing the Great Hall, Deathfang sits down in a dusty, rotting old chair by the empty fireplace. Despite the cold, he does not light a fire. He is tired… so very tired. And yet he cannot sleep. He continues to sit motionless in the chair, gazing into the fireplace at the dust, ashes, and the distant memory of the flames.**

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  • I was just procrastinating on a paper and decided to check here. Can't believe there's actually a recent post! Don't know if you're still checking back for responses, Deathfang, but I'm here! I'll check back soon. (NT) -- Darkrose, 13:26:45 01/23/08 Wed
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