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 Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 2:07 am
Yes, I would be rid of him then...and as for fighting, to turn the other cheek is what the good Lord says to do.....
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 2:21 am
Going to bed...please come in and pray.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 3:28 am
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 4:11 pm
*sits in the shadows, watching as people come and go, not making a sound to giveaway his presence*
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 8:09 pm
*He walks around checking the pew for Bibles and and the like*
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2005 9:30 pm
*He walks into the church and heads to his room for the night*
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 4:11 am
*appears infront of the alter and places his front paws together while silently speaking*
Dear Lord if you are as true as some folks say, bless my child with a full life and let no harm come upon them or my wife for my past, place your wrath upon my shoulders and I shall take whatever is needed for there forever happiness and safety...even a dragon can pray to you...
*he raises himself and make shis way out quietly, he didn't want to fight no more or do anythnig to cause disturbance but somethings were nipping at him as he muttered* ...Yawgmoth *and vanished*
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 7:16 am
*He had stood in the door frams and watched the Dragon pray. A sight to him that warmed his heart.*
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 7:18 am
*he had seen the church again from his home to the tavern and decided it couldn't hurt to have a little peace and quiet, he gently pushes open the main doors and enter, stepping as lightly as he can*
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 7:26 am
*sits on his rear infront of the alter, his large size not stopping him from bowing his head in thought and a few prayers*
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 7:32 am
*He walked around quietly, gatherinf papmlets that were old and replaced them with new. His suit rustled slightly, breaking the silience when he bent over to adjust the choir books. He tried to remain as silent as he could*
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 7:33 am
*he moved back a little and lit his pipe with a flicker of flame, rumbling gently as he smokes*
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 7:35 am
*turns his head and see's him from his right eye* No need to stay hidden father, I may look beastly but days of such have passed
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 7:37 am
Well My Son..*a huge smile graced his face, for he so loved company. He walked down the aisle clasping his hands together* ..I look into the heart...not the shell the soul rides in.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2005 7:50 am
Is that so, what if the heart is plagued with past horrors and bad memories?...does that not make the shell more important? *his pipe glowed softly as smoke drifted from his nostrils*
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