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Date Posted: 16:11:18 12/03/02 Tue
Author: Swift Combat
Subject: |Battle Made Easy|

-Name-Swift Combat
-Species-Saber
-Gender-Male
-Age-2 and a half(teen)
-Colouration and Appearance-Grayish tint to his sand-hued pelt|Thin black mane travels down from forehead to between his shoulders|Auds are splashed black along with his paws, tail tip and muzzle| Stub tail as in a lynx.
-Personality-Evil|Hard Core|Virulent|Malicious|Sarcastic| Not Afraid To Speak His Mind|
-History-None
-Family-He has one brother, Poison Arrow|
-Picture-None
-Other-I am Poison Kill's player's friend. We know each other from school where we sketch together. Our sabers are brothers and I have joined Swift Combat as my own. Do NOT make any Sabers. This is the last Saber that should be made because it would be terrible if they became a dime-a-dozen. Keep 'em rare,it's better that way...


|Poweful masuline rests in dusty corner|Sunlight floods his lil' spot,awakining the beast|Yawning mightily, the brute stands and stretches, orbs flicker 'round his surroundings|Low growl tis' emitted from his throat, as he searches thee landscape that engulfs he| He pads 'tween large rocks, 'neath rotten logs, atop small hills| His short quest takes him to quite a large terra inwhich felines o' the large kind can be seen roaming thee land|Stub twitches anonomously as orbs glaze surroundings| Thin shoulders flex 'neath ivory tinted pelt as masculine 'proaches thy land|

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