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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 16:47:12 01/16/03 Thu
(*)Only a nod came from her stature, as she looked calmly on, such a natural irony to the constant fury that inhabited her fruitful gaze. A pinion shifted, taking to all its glory down her felinic curving spine, as on haunches she retired, and listened to his words. Another nod, and this time came words with it, along with a sublte simper(*)
Truce. I wonder what exactly its life-span shall be this time around....but I hardly care.
(*)The simper vanishes(*)
I was supposed to go talk to the Eastern Lord Rage about this famine matter, but word reached my ears that he and others were dealing with a crazed dragoness at the moment. Catastrafy. They say she possessed....pity. I liked her. Maybe a cure will be found, though by the way the words fall from their lips, it seems it would unfold to be quite a difficult task.
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