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Subject: Grits her teeth.

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Ruby

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Date Posted: 21:15:23 09/10/02 Tue
In reply to: Ashes 's message, "Ebon beauty watches the emerald warily...." on 16:43:06 09/10/02 Tue

She watches, gritting her teeth. No, HS couldn't die! She clenches and unclenshes her claws, restraining herself from aiding.

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/=/ �ipithis /=/
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Date Posted: 21:54:33 09/10/02 Tue

/=/ So this was the finale.
his
heart
in her filthy,
unworthy hands.
He looked from chest cavity to her encasing palms.
He didn't even know how he was thinking
about this.
Cold oids watched,
awed,
as he watched his own life
force
beat to death
in that wench's hands.
The grip of her neck was
failing.
Now completely gone.
But a gift came with it...
a large piece of the hide he so wished to rid his eyesight
of.
Starting to fall back.
Vision blurred.
Liquid engulfing him.
Engulfing her,
from what he last saw.
Black creeping in on him.
Talons raked at her armor,
trying to gather a hold.
But back, he was falling.
Last words.
Drenched in blood.
Spit more than said.
Eyes were sinking,
body limp,
last words. /=/

You'll....ppppay....you...you....b-bitc-sssssss...ssss....

/=/ obsenity would not last,
nor be finished.
The body,
lifeless,
fell back onto its crumbled spine.
Hide was ripped apart.
Maybe beyond recognition.
It was red.
That wretched hue.
But now....
Black was settled.
Black would reign....
in more ways then one.
Though in death.
He still wondered.
He still plotted.
He still planned...
the day
red
would fall.....

/=/ �ipithis /=/

---His Will---His Death---His Win---

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