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Dec 15, 2004 00:50

They come in they buy some candy, they dance all night till they’ve worn holes in their brand new dancing slippers and then their handsome princes take them back to the boats and ferry them across the lake, escort them through the forest where the leaves are made of gold and silver and gemstones to the secret stair that leads back to their chambers ( Read more... )

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Sweet captain_deimos December 16 2004, 18:39:37 UTC
You, my dear, have a wonderful outlook as a hunter. It makes my dead heart feel all warm inside knowing that their are other kindred out there who realize their potential and don't give into the guilt or emotional chains other kindred often cling too.

Bravo! And I agree completely with you. You need a new pet. Why deny yourself the pleasure?

Sin is a lie, an illusion propagated by all societies. You are the predator. Seek out your prey and savior them!

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Re: Sweet athenamac December 16 2004, 19:43:25 UTC
High praise indeed from one such as yourself.

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