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Post by Dark on Oct 4, 2003 10:40:57 GMT -5
Dark walked into town, and almost reared up. Even if it wasn't near him, he could smell it; Blood. Innosent blood. Dark's neon green eyes narrowed as he noticed the castle become swalloed by darkness. A sinlge word, laced with anger, came from his lips.
"Piston."
Dark knew very well that if he acted too soon, he would only endanger himself. Insead, he stood in the road, watching, his white and blue scarf blowing on the wind.
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Post by Dark on Oct 5, 2003 9:53:13 GMT -5
"It's time. Piston must be stoped before his power gets any more powerful." With that, Dark vanished in a puff of smoke.
((OOC: Continued in the castle!))
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