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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 3:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:46 am
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Shirtless Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:48 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:53 am
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Shirtless Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:54 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:03 pm
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Shirtless Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:16 pm
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His footsteps were light and nearly silent as he tread through the snow. His dark eyes scanned the fresh snow for the one he sought. For an instant, Adelrich thought he saw them, but as he quickly drew closer to the fallen figure, he was disappointed to find not the pureblood Vampire he had expected, but a girl, surrounded in what smelled like blood, but looked like oil. She was obviously wounded, and he couldn't just leave her. "Miss? Miss, can I help you in any way?" He asked, crouching next to her. As he crouched, he put a hand on the hilt of the sword at his side, making sure it didn't go in the wrong direction.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:27 pm
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Shirtless Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:44 pm
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Shirtless Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 1:05 pm
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