02-25-2002, 11:18 PM
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Join Date: December 1, 2001
Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US
Posts: 1,887
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She smiles up at him, and as he carries her to the moss, she whispers but three words to him......"I..am..yours....". She wraps her arms around his neck as he gently lays her back on the moss bed, and she slowly reaches up,
helping him remove his clothes...........
OOC: me thinks thats all anyone is going to get to read of
THAT *LMAO*.............
THE TAVERN
Shadowhound feels the amulet in his pocket. The glow shows thru his trousers, faintly red. In his mind he hears a softer whisper, but no less agressive that tells him, "you can fight those whispers, child....think, use the amulet........use the amulet". The voice
sounds familiar to him............
OOC: If that won't help you, Shadowhound, let me know, and I'll re-write it.
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