intrigue werewolf Her eyes opened again. Then she spoke. Her voice was instant and strange, the lowest tones of a flute as it travelled through the uncommonly thin air of direct understanding. "It's not really who i am. It's just something i did. And could do again." There was recoil, and whiplash, and a smattering of distance 020515 ... girl_jane There's something in those lazy eyes. Not a exactly a sadness or a sort of pain... Perhaps a knowing- An old soul. You start your revolution. You make your waves in the already choppy waters, I will listen to what you have to say, And I will appreciate the silence that isn't so empty. You and I will have our time; It just can't be right now. 040525 what's it to you? who go blather from