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Subject: ¤approach¤ Author: Chrestomanci [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:44:04 10/01/02 Tue In reply to: Lithos 's message, "-the small draglaic wings in with an accurate, though purposely messed landing. the short spines down his back catch the harsh light on their small, unseen hooks and jagged catches- Yo, anyone alive 'round here?" on 14:00:19 10/01/02 Tue A figure sweeps over the sands, shrouded in a heavy ebon hued cloak despite the heat. It moved easily, it's facade completely shrouded to the newcomer. A sword is drawn, catching the rays of light from the hersh unforgiving golden orb. "You come 'pon the threshold of the Bloodstained." The voice said matter-of factly, sweeping the cloak away and letting the hood drop from his head. He is deathly pale, his face handsome and unmarred, though when his torso is revealed amidst the heavy cloak it is seen that though human he seemed from his facade he is not. Wings, tattered and bleeding, jut from his shoulder blades, revealing themselves whence the garment is pulled away. "Do you wish to join us?" He asked coldly, his optics 'pon the newcomer, but cold and distant, merciless. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date -he turns, relieved to see something moved, for true, he did wish to join them- Lithos 16:44:23 10/01/02 Tue Lithos, eh? ^the ivory frame of the vix' leaps easily onto the crest of the dune. with a sidelong glance to Chres, she analyzes the newcomer suspiciously^ Laid-back type. ^she shrugs, looking to her follower^ I suppose we'll let him in. (NT) -- Ice Mist, 16:49:08 10/01/02 Tue ¤responds¤ -- Chres, 16:22:59 10/02/02 Wed -he waits for a response from the fox, relaxing back on is haunches, though retaining an appearance that at any moment he could spring forward in defense- (NT) -- Lithos, 18:04:15 10/02/02 Wed ^with a last moment of contemplation, she nods her head^ Welcome to the Desert. ^with this she abruptly spreads her wings and flies off^ (NT) -- Ice Mist, 12:20:40 10/03/02 Thu Thank you. -he speaks simply, eyes turning to Chres.- (NT) -- Lithos, 06:40:51 10/05/02 Sat Chres simply nodded and leaped into the air, disapearing. (NT) -- Chres, 13:30:18 10/05/02 Sat