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Subject: +The Angels of Death+ Author: C + J [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:14:15 07/19/02 Fri Chrestomanci sat leaning against a tree, his wings drooping. In his hand was a sword that he cleaned and sharpened to a wicked point. He smiled at his work and thought of the battles to come. Jahanaci flew down and landed next to him, "Hey, Chres, how are things?" He looked up at her, "How are things?" She sat down across from him, "Ya." He raised an eyebrow, "Small talk, eh? Lack of better things to say, sister?" She laughed, "How can I talk to you, the only one you even considerably open up to is Ice Mist." He put down his sword, "What are you saying, girl?" She lughed and darted away. Chrestomanci shrugged and continued his work. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ^the vixen eyes these happening suspiciously from far, far above, though unable to hear the words exchanged, she flies off quickly anyway^ (NT) Ice Mist 16:49:14 07/19/02 Fri