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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 19, 2007 23:16:33 GMT -5
RequiemSkye Kavanah Ashenvale[/i] Name: RequiemSkye Kavanah AshenvaleAnswers to: Requiem, Req, Skye, Darkling (Zslasher only, may call her this) IGN: Reqiuem (note the placement of the 'i') Sire: CWolffire Kavanah Childer: Ellora Siblings: Barabell Clan: Empty Spiral House: Kavanah Bond-Partner/Husband: Ashenvale Z Shuukakshamaru l ooksheight: 5'8" (( 1 meters 75 centimeters )) hair: long, thick auburn red eyes: emerald green Req is tall and very slender but also very athletic. She is busty with curves in the right places, but enjoys physical activity. Her skin has an olive/brown sheen to it, belying her non-British genetics. personalitylikes: reading and writing, sex, swordplay, shopping and marital arts dislikes: onions, hypocrites, humidity, needless drama Requiem is not the a-typical loner piress. She enjoys being with people, meeting new people and just plain old having a good time. She hates being idle and you will rarely find her sitting at home unless she's not feeling well. powers-empathy -she can project both emotions and physical sensations to other pires weapons she uses- daggers - short swords - long sword - modern handguns/pistols/rifles (( rarely uses these, but she does own several, and is fully trained in their usage )) - bowstaff - eskrima sticks (( her favorites to use)) - she is also knowledgeable in explosives hand-to-hand combat skills- muay thai - eskrima miscturned: approx 1550 CE age when turned: about 24 historyRequiem was the daughter of minor nobility. Her mother, who died died giving birth to her was not British and this shows in Req's appearance. Her half brother tried to kill her to get her portion of the inheritance when their father died and it was then she was sired by an unknown pire. He killed himself the next morning and left everything to Req. As such she will never want for anything. She is fiercely loyal and rather proud.While a few do hold special places in Requiem's heart, she, as of this writing, has no desire for any permanent companionship, although a certain pire could change her mind very quickly...
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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 19, 2007 23:17:32 GMT -5
Requiem's history ~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was a time in my life when I would have cried blasphemy at the very idea of vampires. I probably would have even ostracized you for mentioning such an ... unconventional thing. Little did I know, that at the time I myself was the epitome of unconventional.
I was born to a British Lord on a cold, blizzarding morning, sometime around 1550 CE. At least that's my best guess. My mother, a young spritely thing, from what I've been told, died to give me life. My father never spoke of that night. He was madly in love with my mother and told me often how I looked exactly like her. As such, he lavished me with the loved and devotion of 2 women; myself and my mother.
My father was a wealthy man. He had several titles and much land. As such, i wanted for nothing. *chuckles* Often I would try to tell him that I didn't want nor need something, but he would hear nothing of it. When I think back on it, I believe my father blamed himself for my mother's death, as she was quite young when he got her pregnant. I believe that he felt as if he had to...make it right, or something. I am thankful every day of my existance that he did not blame me. I have seen that happen too many times. It is a sad and despicable situation.
My father never did remarry, but he did take a mistress, when I was 10 years old. Being female, I couldn't inherit his lands and titles, so he needed a son as an heir. Well, his mistress gave him one. This, however, was how I learned just how unconventional I was, or, I suppose *chuckles again* I still am.
My father's mistress never did live with us, thank Goddess, but the son they had together did, once he was out of diapers. Robert was his name, and he was always jealous of me. My father had made sure, through his will , that even if I never marry, I am always taken care of in the manner he took care of me. My allowance was quite...stately.
The day had been quite boring actually. The weather, while nice was nothing more than that, nice. My father had been dead about 2 years by then. Robert and his mother had been trying for all for those years to get me cast out, with them getting all of the estate. Robert was to fully inherit in another 2 years, when he turned 18. My father was an intelligent man and knew Robert lost no love on me nor him. By law, I could not receive any titles, but the will was explicit. All money and possessions earned earned up to the day of his death were mine. I also received a couple townhouses throughout England. When Robert was 18, he would received the lands and titles and what was earned after our father's death. This was no small amount of money. But, that was not good enough for Robert or his mother. They wanted it all, now. Or I suppose... 2 years ago. *sighs at the memory*
So anyway, back to this day. I suppose this day could be called... "The first day of the rest of my unlife..." No..."the first day of my unlife.." yes. *nods* that works.
So, I was sitting in my solarium. I believe I was reading. Well, in storms Robert. He was fuming! I swear, if it were possible steam would have been bellowing from his ears. He was not an unattractive young man. Well built, good health. He was nice to look upon, it was once he opened his mouth that his true colors came out. And... as much as I enjoy the color black...well *shakes head* You get the point.
He walked in, face red, shaking his finger at me. This was becoming a weekly game for him, so I simply finished the paragraph I was reading and slowly put my book down. When I glanced up, I noticed a couple of my footmen waiting discreetly by the door. I was very thankful they were there.
"You will never have my titles!" Robert screamed at me. I sighed. Not again...
"Robert," I tried to reason as I stood up.
"SHUT UP!!" he screamed and slapped me across the face. Well, then. So that's how this will be. I glanced behind him and gave a look to my footmen that said "not yet but please stay."
"You little *****," he started in again. "You have no right to any of this! I don't how you swindled our father, or how he swindled the lawyers..." He was pacing around, almost frantic. The he stopped in place. "That's it! You slept with them! You little slut..." He was getting even more worked up now.
I sighed heavily at that. "Robert, I am a virgin. I do not know what you are going on about, but I am father's daughter. It was his choice alone..." Robert was having none of this. He stormed up to me and slapped me again. This time so hard I fell down and landed on a table. My footmen came in at this, and helped me up.
He looked up at the footmen "I don't know why you are helping her. Haven't you ever wondered where she got her looks from? All that..." he gestured at my hair. "All that red hair, those green eyes," he said those things as if they tasted bad, or were swear words. "She's not British!!"
My footmen didn't even move. They just stood there, one on either side of me. "What are you blathering on about now?? Where's your proof Robert? And either way, it doesn't matter. The will is legal and notarized, multiple times, I might add. If you but wait another 2 years, the lands and titles will be yours."
He walked up to me, an evil light in his eyes I'd never seen before. He threw some documents down on the table looking very pleased with himself. "You are gypsy," he said. He looked as if i would suddenly go up in flames or something.
I was about to say something, I don't remember anymore what it was. All I can remember is my footmen helping me sit down and giving me a glass of sherry. Well, that explains my appearance, but either way. "Robert," I looked up at him. "I'm not the only bastard in this family. If you think that will change anything, you are sadly mistaken."
That was his last straw, I suppose. Either way he turned around at my statement. His face was red again, and he began walking back over to me. He was taking long, hard, purposeful strides. Half way to me he grabbed up a two vases, one in each hand. He tipped them over on his way to me, the water and flowers falling all over the floor. I tried to stand up, but my guards each put a hand on my shoulder effectively stilling my attempts. At that time, there was no chance for me to overpower them.
They stood in front of me and would have drawn their swords had they the time. However, Robert, in his fit of rage simply lunged at them crashing the vases over their heads. My faithful guards of over 5 years each were now dead at my feet, shards of glass sticking out from their heads.
I had never seen a dead body before, let alone all that blood. Yet here I sat, shards of bloody glass littered my body, my feet were covered in blood. I looked up at Robert and he looked...excited. Now I know that what he was feeling was sexual arousal. Little did I know at the time, but Robert was a sexual sadist. I started shaking, and when Robert saw that, he started laughing. "Now gypsy. Sign over your part of the estate."
I could tell I was heading towards hyperventilating so I stood up, hoping the distance between my dead guards and I would help. It didn't. I could feel their blood squishing between my toes. Every movement I made ground glass shards into my body. After a few moments, I stood behind a chair, my hands on the back of it. I could feel my blood dripping down my body in so many places.
"Robert, I can't do that."
He lunged at me. I stifled a scream and darted towards the other end of the room. He was laughing again, the maniacal sound haunted me for days.
"Robert! I can't! Father put stipulations in there! Even if I were to someway sign off on it, the money would to go charities." I shook my head. "You will never have my money."
"NO!" he screamed. This time when he lunged at me, I was unable to get away. When my guards had fallen, they had hurt my legs and back then, not used to much physical exertion it hindered me. He reached me and grabbed my hair very effectively stopping my attempted escape. I screamed out from the pain and I could feel in his body, as he pulled me against him that my struggles, screams and whimpers of pain did nothing more than excite him.
Firmly against the front of his body, I could feel his erection against my bottom. It was horrifying for me. At the time I had no sexual experience, and not having a mother, my knowledge of the subject was limited to dogs and cats. Needless to say, when he placed his face against my neck, I was sure I had lost my virginity. "No Robert! Think of what you do now!!"
"Oh believe me," I could feel his breath on my ear. It was sickening. "I have thought of this for the past 2 years..." His arm quickly came around my body. He grabbed hold of the top of my bodice and yanked on it, ripping dress halfway down. I was exposed down to my belly and before I knew it, his hands were kneading my breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling on my nipples. I screamed out, hoping one of the servants would hear me, but I later found out Robert had fixed things so my small staff were all busy elsewhere. Seems he had come with plans.
I scratched at his arms, trying to dislodge his hold on me, but the blood loss from the various cuts and scratches I had, plus the shock of essentially being murdered upon had greatly weakened me. He put his face in my neck again and bit me hard enough to draw blood. As much as I enjoy such a thing now, at the time I certainly was not "into" that kind of thing.
So, by this time I could hardly keep myself up. Robert noticed this and helped me to the ground. Well, help probably isn't the proper word. He grabbed the back of my dress and threw me to the ground, ripping the rest of my dress off. Laying helpless on the ground now Robert decided to have some fun with my prone body. He started kicking me all over, my legs, arms and ribs all had various broken bones before he was done with me. I tried to roll up into the fetal position, but he wouldn't allow it. He wanted my body fully exposed.
So there I was, laying on the floor of my solar, beaten, bruised, bloody, pieces of glass stuck in me. My dress was effectively ripped off my body, my chemise was torn and bloody. Robert was standing over me, one hand rubbing his erection, the other was now descending to me. I could only see out of one eye, the other was swollen shut. I moaned, trying to get away from him, but I swear I had broken bones *shakes head* this is where I start getting confused and don't remember things as vividly as others. *laughs* can't say I'm too broken up about it.
So, somewhere between fondling himself and raping me, he managed to get his some of his clothes off. I remember him fingering me and gloating about it. I also remember how much it hurt. That actually hurt worse than the rape. His fingers were dirty, his nails jagged. He just stabbed his fingers in me, like he was trying to gut a pig. If I cried out it excited him and he did it harder, faster. So, I didn't cry out. I didn't scream for help, I just laid there. He made me bleed, with his fingers. To this day I believe he took my virginity with his fingers, they were so damn bloody...*shakes head* So, once he saw how bloody his fingers were, he started using his mouth. *laughs a bit* maybe he was a wanna-be vamp or something...
So, he does eventually rape me. More than once. By the end of the first time I had passed out. He would wake me up, about every hour; he enjoyed seeing that dazed look you get in your eyes when you're somewhere else, ya know? By the time night had descended he took me out to the trees behind my home. There were some lavender bushes out there and he dumped me there, thinking I was dead. He told my staff I had gone away to the city for a few days. They believed him; they had no reason not to.
Two nights later I was woke up in someones arms. Even know I don't know who he was. He was carrying me back to my house. It was the middle of the night, no one was up to see us. He must have picked the information from my mind, because he took me to the correct chamber. He gently laid me down on my bed and proceeded to remove what little was left of my clothing. He gave me a sponge bath then, and as I rolled in and out of consciousness, he would say things like "all is well, my childe." If was very comforting for me.
I don't know what he looked like. I remember he was bulky, in a muscular type of way. He probably was a farm laborer when he was human, his hands were very calloused. I don't know how long we were on my bed. My next memory is of his face in my neck, his body on top of mine. He was very gentle, whispering sweet nothings in my ear to comfort me. His bite was and still is the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. We did not have sex. He didn't even kiss my mouth. I only vaguely remember him giving me his blood in return. His wrist was so thick, I remember that. He could have been a knight...wielding one of those huge broadswords every day... *shakes head again* His blood filled my mouth so rapidly...it was so thick, so sweet yet spicy...
He told me I would be different now. I whispered back I already was different. He told me that was how I would lived now, drinking blood. I tried to scream, but couldn't. He told me I wouldn't die. I wouldn't age, I would be beautiful forever. I asked him why, why he did this. He said it was because of the lives he had taken. He knew I would take care of those who needed it. He knew my name. He was leaving me his fortune. He said he was over 2,000 years old. Not sure if I believe him, but *shrugs* does it matter? Nope.
So, he ended up killing himself in the sunlight that morning. Seems he was extremely sensitive to it. I remember the scream, the burnt smell..it was so acrid..so....anyway. I felt it when he did it. In my soul, my heart, I felt it and it hurt. Physically, emotionally, psychically, it hurt like nothing I can even explain let alone compare it to. I was so depressed....
My staff was certainly happy to see me alive and well. Well, I suppose I wasn't alive anymore was I? *laughs* They thought it was strange that I slept during the day, but they didn't really care, we all were outcasts of some sort. Robert mysteriously died...drained of blood..."vampire killing" they called it. *laughs* Vampires?? Whoda thunk it...
I sold that house. Brought my staff with me though, kept them 'till they all died natural deaths. I will miss them forever. I eventually relocated to the home of my mysterious benefactor. It was quite the scandal...*laughs softly* So, I ended up getting Roberts lands and stuff. No titles, but that's alright. I didn't want them.
Eventually I found CWolffire and she graciously gave me a wonderful place to stay, a family to call my own. Shortly thereafter I found Ellora, then kramina and our family seems to be ever growing. I certainly can't complain about that. I have my human, Dominic. *pets his head and laughs deep in my throat* Can't complain about that either...
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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 21, 2007 1:44:23 GMT -5
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Post by Chiru on Sept 22, 2007 0:09:47 GMT -5
Nice character sheet! n.n I enjoyed the history background. Though this does mean that it was caught on she was a vampiress before hand correct?
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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 22, 2007 0:26:14 GMT -5
Thanks! *smiles*
This story is how she came to be a vampiress. Any history before she came to Raven Black City is still being worked on.
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Post by Chiru on Sept 26, 2007 7:49:41 GMT -5
Ah understandable. Haven't even worked out all of Chiru's background history for that matter *and she has a lot of history to cover*
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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 26, 2007 10:10:41 GMT -5
*nods* How she came into the name Requiem is still under works, along with all few hundred years between now and her turning *laughs*
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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 26, 2007 10:13:31 GMT -5
Nice character sheet! n.n I enjoyed the history background. Though this does mean that it was caught on she was a vampiress before hand correct? You know, it's been how many days, I and the human just finally "got" what you said...I suppose it would be beneficial to ... highlight that fact.. hmm....
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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 29, 2007 19:01:30 GMT -5
Approximately 75 years after her Turning....
They were all dead now, every last one of them. Throwing the shovel to the side she fell to her knees in the dirt, her hands on her thighs, her head bowed and for the first time since her Turning, she cried. Her tears burned hot streaks down her dirty cheeks and dripped into the dirt, turning it into mud. Her shoulders shook as she finally allowed herself to grieve for those whom she had considered friends, family even. Falling forward she caught herself with her hands in the muddied dirt as she retched, almost dry heaving on top of the grave she had just filled. Disgusted with herself she stood up and ran towards the trees at the back of her property, her red hair flying in her wake, her dirty, muddy skirt catching leaves and twigs. She lifted her arms so the tree branches didn't scratch her in the face and the sleeves of her shirt ripped, her arms were scratched as she came into a clearing. She stopped, her hands on her thighs to catch her breath when she heard the cry of a child, and the unmistakable soft thud of flesh hitting flesh.
A dangerous growl emanated from her throat, the likes of which she had never hard before from something other than an anima. Sparing no thought for herself she ripped the hem of her dress and tied back her hair. Turning towards the wind, she scented and found it. Blood. She would always be able to smell it, taste it, and want it. She quickly made her way, following the scent of blood, the sound of flesh pounding flesh, and but a few yards away she found it. The child was no more than 7 or 8 years old, her hair like gold thread fluttering in the breeze, so pure the moonlight reflected off of it. The child's pale skin was almost translucent, from loss of blood, her eyes, they used to be bright blue, she could tell, but were now a pale imitation of that. After a moment she was able to recognize the child as Erika, and young girl from the local village, and the man was her father, Stephen. A fury grew inside her that she never knew could have existed before, let alone in herself.
Her fangs lengthened as she turned towards the man. The sickening thuds of his fists on the child echoed through the clearing, his clothes spattered with blood. His hair was stringy, his clothes dirty and she could smell his unwashed body in the air, could hear his blood pumping fast from the adrenaline running through his system. He heard her approach and turned to her. His pale, hate-filled eyes widened as he saw who was approaching. "Sorsha" he whispered. She took two long steps and reached him, wrapped her hand around his throat and pinned him against a tree.
"What, for the sake of your un-savable soul, are you doing here?" she growled out. He started shaking as he saw her long fangs. His hands went around her arm, trying to dislodge her hold.
"S-she had i-it c-c-coming!" he managed to get out. She threw him into a tree, very pleased at the thud he made. Quickly she went Erika, she could hear her life ending, could feel her spirit fading away. Gently, she picked up the child, cradling her in her arms. Sorsha slowly rocked the child back and forth, her tears falling yet again. She softly ran her fingers down Erika's cheeks. She starts to truly cry again, and from nowhere, words start slowly flowing from her mouth, the tune unfamiliar, yet comforting.
"A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella Mi niña tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea
Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora Calla mientras la cuna se balansea A la nanita nana, nanita ella
A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella Mi niña tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea
Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora Calla mientras la cuna se balansea A la nanita nana, nanita ella"
Her voice floats over the breeze as Erkia's body dies, her spirit floating off to the Summerlands. She gently sets her body down, and turns, still crouched down, one hand on the ground, her eyes glowing bright green in the night. She looks around, her fury growing even more as she sees Stephan trying to leave. Giving one long, low growl she kicks off the ground, sailing through the air and lands on his back. Her claw-like nails ripped down his back as his skin coming off in layers. She sank her fangs into his neck and de screamed out as his hot blood started to pump into her mouth. He fell forward onto the ground as Sorsha drained his body dry. She stood her hands on her belly, wanting to retch, but didn't. She was strangely pleased with herself, having avenged the childe Erika.
She slowly turned around and walked back to Erika's body. Sorsha took one moment to look back at Stephan's lifeless, ravished corpse knowing she would leave it there for the animals. Bending down to pick up Erika, she knew her life was forever changed. She had never killed while feeding before. Nor had she fed for any purpose other than to sustain her own life. She began to softly sing her song again, and while digging the grave, new she was also closing a chapter on her life. She would need to leave this place soon. Three people had now perished on her property that day and it would look very suspicious. She placed Erika's body in the dirt, and said a short requiem to her, while refilling it. Laying a rose from her garden on the top of the grave she said aloud, "Sorsha is now also dead. Requiem is now alive."
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Post by Hanabi - Damon's Little Girl on Sept 30, 2007 15:29:56 GMT -5
Very nice. I think it explains it very well.
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Post by RequiemSkye on Sept 30, 2007 21:13:05 GMT -5
*smiles* thank you
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Post by RequiemSkye on Oct 1, 2007 21:06:20 GMT -5
RequiemSkye's Pets... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Right now Req has 2 tigers...Neige is a white siberian tiger who thinks she's a lap kitty... *laughs* It sounds cute 'till she climbs on ya. Soleil... he's a hunter, a fighter and very protective of Req. NEIGE and SOLEIL
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karmina
Creature of the Night
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Post by karmina on Oct 2, 2007 9:21:03 GMT -5
hi Ma here i am i love your pets i am here with you now just letting you know that i was here and i will see ya later
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Post by Chiru on Oct 2, 2007 12:06:15 GMT -5
hmm... should keep those away from Chiru... she has a habit of wanting to eat cats >> and they have a lot of meat on them *snickers*
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Post by RequiemSkye on Oct 2, 2007 14:55:43 GMT -5
*laughs softly* I will keep that in mind...
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Post by Ashenvale Z Shuukakshamaru on Oct 2, 2007 15:54:31 GMT -5
*nod nod* AWESOME CS MY LOVE! *nod smore like a zombie* nice siggy too
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Post by RequiemSkye on Oct 2, 2007 15:56:57 GMT -5
*pokes sweety* Why yes, mon amour... it is a wonderful siggy... Careful looking like a zombie though... don't want anyone chopping your head off...I mean... it'd be so messy and then I'd have to claim revenge and bloodprice and all that... *laughs softy walking up to Z and kisses his nose*
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Post by Ashenvale Z Shuukakshamaru on Oct 2, 2007 15:58:20 GMT -5
*huggles her* and a cuddle beast? *raws and cuddles*
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Post by RequiemSkye on Oct 2, 2007 16:01:25 GMT -5
Now a cuddle beast, that could be done...*cuddles him back*
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Post by Faye Valentine on Oct 5, 2007 17:05:02 GMT -5
Let alone Chiru learning of it and freaking out lol remember she fears zombies!
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Post by Ashenvale Z Shuukakshamaru on Oct 5, 2007 18:22:57 GMT -5
i do she misses a lot of fun, but his son is always there for kill them for annoy his mommy *rawrs again and cuddles requiem*
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Post by RequiemSkye on Oct 5, 2007 18:52:17 GMT -5
*cuddles back* I'd like to see you fight zombies sometime, mon amour... But...could I join in on the fun, maybe? *laughs*
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Post by RequiemSkye on Oct 7, 2007 21:57:13 GMT -5
*points* Added something just for you, mon amour...
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Post by Ashenvale Z Shuukakshamaru on Oct 13, 2007 9:47:22 GMT -5
MY LOVE! *tackles and roars cuddling*
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Post by RequiemSkye on Nov 24, 2007 17:12:03 GMT -5
Updated for house, and bond partner *dances happily* I love you, Z !!!
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