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Message: Emoticon Listing HTML Help	[quote]Approaching the establishment, Pardalis paused before attempting to gain entrance. The dust of many stretches of road covered his dark clothing, and his boots were dulled from mud and other results of weather. He travelled afoot with but a pack on his back. His hair was dark as a raven's wing, it falling past his shoulders in straight, dirtied strands. The eyes of his face were what had drawn most interest in the past; they were brightly-gold in color, and the shape of them was strangely feline, even with a vertical pupil. Inspection of his features would give someone the idea of something elven but not quite... and anyone with sensitive enough smell would know something feline in his blood. Pardalis wore the garb of a simple military man, standard leather armor, boots, and a sabre belted at his side. The only ornate thing about him was the cloak that covered his shoulders. It was of a rich fabric with a black outer shell; the inner lining was dark red, like blood, and the clasp at his throat was a silver ornamentation that shone brightly. Upon his hands were leather gloves, and despite their dark color, it would be easy to notice that the digits were not quite as they should be. Each finger tapered off into something closely resembling a claw or talon.[/quote]
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Grimalkin

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replied on: 5/16/2003 9:32:45 AM

Approaching the establishment, Pardalis paused before attempting to gain entrance. The dust of many stretches of road covered his dark clothing, and his boots were dulled from mud and other results of weather.

He travelled afoot with but a pack on his back. His hair was dark as a raven's wing, it falling past his shoulders in straight, dirtied strands. The eyes of his face were what had drawn most interest in the past; they were brightly-gold in color, and the shape of them was strangely feline, even with a vertical pupil. Inspection of his features would give someone the idea of something elven but not quite... and anyone with sensitive enough smell would know something feline in his blood.

Pardalis wore the garb of a simple military man, standard leather armor, boots, and a sabre belted at his side. The only ornate thing about him was the cloak that covered his shoulders. It was of a rich fabric with a black outer shell; the inner lining was dark red, like blood, and the clasp at his throat was a silver ornamentation that shone brightly. Upon his hands were leather gloves, and despite their dark color, it would be easy to notice that the digits were not quite as they should be. Each finger tapered off into something closely resembling a claw or talon.

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