| Subject: /*/a smile creeps upon her foresaken lips/*/ |
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Fight Song
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Date Posted: 20:12:22 07/03/02 Wed
In reply to:
Wraith
's message, "Offering a slight smile, she shook the tears from her face." on 04:33:40 07/03/02 Wed
Oh, there are always better. And yes, be sure to visit, I would love that.
/*/her figure wavers greatly like the black cape of a retreating Dracula. Shaking her tressed cranium, she snorts out of frustration and inopportune happenings, that seemed to plague her even in death. Trying to gather herself together, her voice resounds, seeming more distant as if being pulled back to the spirit realm. Still, the devilish smirk decorated her, never willing to let things bring her down/*/
Damn this spirit thing! I haven't grown enough as a being of the second world, and I forgot I can't sustain myself to long in this visible, conversational form, too long. I'll have to depart soon...
/*/over her shoulder the dark mustang glances, eyes doing a quick sweep for a lone offspring. Not seeing him, she turns back in a look of failure, but little worry/*/
I think I'm going to have to leave now, Wraith, so if Fight asks, tell him that I'll return soon, I just had to stop back for a bit.
/*/orbs growing large in a lingering sadness to have to loose the one infront of her again, her voice comes as if aged and weary/*/
It was one of my darkest pleasures speaking with you again, Wraith. You can't possibly know how much I miss all of you, personalities, faces, everything. You don't appreciate what's around you until you loose it, so please, for me, appreciate what you have, now and as long as you live. Promise me. And you will be coming to visit me, right? I can count on it?
/*/the limbs of the fair beast begins to darknes, visibly vanishing, soft sweeps of a dancingm drumming breeze, taking their place/*/
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