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Avalon growled-he did not trust the elf's new found respect after such a hideous streak of disobedience. Icy rage writhing him still,
"What's this? Weeks ago, you challenge my dominance like the foolish wrymling you are, now you beg on your knees? You are weak. Speak swiftly then, weakling. Your golden presence in my cave is not boding well on my eyes," Avalon narrowed those eyes and bared his fangs.
[ 02-20-2003, 08:02 PM: Message edited by: Lady Blue03 ]
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