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Date Posted: 09/16/03 4:45pm
Author: Daughter of Time
Subject: Time's only Mistress
In reply to: Wrath of Lorien 's message, "I amar prestar aen...." on 09/16/03 4:35pm

The silver fae thundered onto the beach, her normally silent movement made like thunder in her anger. Her silver talons pounding the sand, she slid to a stop, blowing in anger and from her sprint. Her pools of livid fury lay to rest on the mare with the silver flicka sidled up against her. ~~You...dare...to show your face...here...and then tell your daughter that...you do not...know her?~~ She managed between breaths. Her hide gleamed with sweat, the heat of this day was great. ~~You..have...some...nerve...Satan's..Angel.~~ She began to get her breath. ~~She never did anything but love you, what are you doing to her? This is..sick! Just...sick!~~ Her nostrils flared, the pink underskin showing through. Her ivory incisors bared, she lowered her head, instinctively protecting her pulsing jugular. Above, the silence that followed was pierced with the cry of a lone falcon, searching the battlegrounds like a vulture, eageerly looking for his next meal. The silver femme below stood ready for battle, right now, it was the only thing that mattered. She didn't care if DOL gave her queenship, nor did she care even about DOL, nor SilverStar, nor Glory. None of them mattered right now, because now her friend was in trouble, and she was not going to back down.

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