11-14-2007, 05:27 AM
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| Distantly but passionately romantic in his subtle thoughts that merged the beauty of a mountaintop to the strength of a rusting, burnt-out car frame, Tamerlane turned his dark eyes back towards the stranger. There was a pause as the lithe male with the liquid-red eyes seemed to mull over his words, and then finally a tangent. I'm not, replied Tamerlane, turning his eyes back towards the run-down chapel as he spoke. What makes you say that? he soon asked, his soft inquisitiveness mild but evident in his evergreen thirst for a stream of relevant knowledge. |