From: rheinfyre@aol.com (RheinFyre)
Date: 15 Apr 1999 12:15:09 EDT
::A shadow falls across the aged cork as she hovers, in her left talon a golden bell hangs, in her other foreclaw a large stake. With extreme force she drives the stake into Mother Earth beside the cork and gently places the gilded bell on it. Silently it sways in the stirring breeze.::
::her husky voice rings out::
My 'unt begins..
::then with a snap of her silken wings she again takes to the winds of change::
::her dark form sliding from view::
The Hunt begins....
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From: bryena2@aol.com (Bryena2)
Date: 23 Apr 1999 22:51:06 EDT
::Reads the cork, then glances down as a gilded bell begins to ring softly in the slight wind. Her gaze returns to the postings as if seeking an answer.::
Date: 23 Apr 1999 22:51:06 EDT
::Reads the cork, then glances down as a gilded bell begins to ring softly in the slight wind. Her gaze returns to the postings as if seeking an answer.::