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Post by alaurablack on Aug 22, 2007 20:51:14 GMT -5
Alaura smiled at him she caught the gaze smiling back at him the demon uncapped her beer then drink it down. The lightning demon had to admit that she liked the attention from this guy. She liked attention from other warriors she knew that when she was interested in fighting with someone it was this guy. "So old are you really," asked Alaura because she knew demons oculd be much older then they looked? "I'm only nineteen in human years," said Alaura looked at her.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 22, 2007 21:00:06 GMT -5
"Over three hundred years old...too old."
As he uncapped the top of his bottle, the same cold stench entered his nostrils, inhaling the scent. It was far from invigorating, to say the least. But these were the things he had to deal with to at least fit here. The snow hair of his, concentrated with the luster of the bar lights gave him quite an ethereal glow, or a glow from Hell. It coincided well with his red trenchcoat, sheared partly at the waist and torn on other sides.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 2:12:54 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 2:14:14 GMT -5
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