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Date Posted: 15:39:41 05/09/02 Thu
Author: Devil's Temptor
Author Host/IP: 24.56.39.110
Subject: |are you tempted?|
In reply to: Memory 's message, "flight of young femme" on 14:18:49 05/09/02 Thu

.raven brute follows one dubbed Memory. .come now, no more games. .to Binnui we go. .snort emitted through crimson nares. .seeing pegasus, startled, brujo spins, attempt to go around. .what, did they thing he would hurt her? .nay. .tell her where to go? .aye. .home awaited them.

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[> [> :| Speaks -- Farhan, 13:12:50 05/10/02 Fri (205.188.199.157)

"If you're going after her, I'm not going to let you, because you're obviously the one she [also obviously] doesn't like." Orbs stare defiantly at the steed, as the pale gold and pink merged with his pelt o' white brightens, beginning to spark. Determined, he is, not to let the steed pass.

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[> [> [> >:| Following -- Farhan, 10:28:04 05/12/02 Sun (152.163.206.179)

Anger begins to arise within him, and masculine frame begins to glow, silken pelt suddenly containing gold fire --a mere step away from orange. Some fire must've broken through, for he is surrounded by an aureole of gold fire. Launching himself into the air, he soars o'erhead. He knew creatures like the one within the cave; once upon a time, he had been one. They despised having a parade in their homes. Time to rain on this particular parade...

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