| Subject: *hatred* |
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Chres
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Date Posted: 14:56:06 01/17/03 Fri
In reply to:
Ice Mist
's message, "^a trace of a wince shook her frame as she turned solemly to face their brawl on the sands^" on 12:06:14 01/17/03 Fri
Chres's ooids had gone crimson, pummeling at his sister. ce Mists' wods caught his ears and his whole body shuddered with torn emotions. The warrior part of him told him to back away, knowing his master ordered. The beast in him wanted to kill.
He threw himself away from Jah, looking more creature then during his breakdown not to long ago. He stood in a crouch, teeth bared, occs crimson. He hissed as he gasping for air, "Whore..damned whore.." Eyes flicked from all three femmes, first to Windris slightly behind him, then to Ice Mist, and then to his sister who was slowly climbing to her feet, clutching her stomach in a protective manner, shaken, but calm.
Chres wanted t kill her...kill her for allowing that thing near her. Allowing him to do that..give her a child. Chre already knew he hated the child, and whenst hatred bured in him, it would take much to ebb.
"You-you," he paused, ees fickering toward Ice Mist, his master, going silent.
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