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  <title>My Fists are my Way of Life.</title>
  <subtitle>Journal of a Tyrannian Lupe Warrior</subtitle>
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    <name>Brigitte, the Tyrannian Lupe Warrior</name>
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  <updated>2005-10-09T15:27:05Z</updated>
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    <title>brigittethelupe @ 2005-10-09T11:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T15:27:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T15:27:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm feeling restless. :/</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brigittethelupe:1310</id>
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    <title>Arrogantly Spiteful.</title>
    <published>2005-08-18T17:24:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-18T17:24:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You'd think after saving someone from almost getting their soul sucked from their body that you'd get more gratitude instead of a child acting like they're all that and a bag of chips. Alas, that wasn't the case for the point of this update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking around the 'Woods in hopes of finding a sparring partner for the day, I picked up the smell of blood and immediatly went to investigate. After noticing one of my roommates, Ravanie to be exact walking away looking like she decided to maul a lawnmower and of course, I got a bit worried. After a few seconds, I noticed Drako; a Shadow Shoyru with the abilities to steal souls from others. Horrid ability, that is. Anyway, he was picking on this young Aisha whom I found out was called Kurayami afterwards, who looked no older than sixteen, but I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick fight with Drako, I was able to fend him off with my sword and make sure Kura was alright. After trying to get her to understand that her oh-so large knowledge would get her nowhere if she wasn't willing to do anything to defend herself, the stubborn child said she didn't need to. As she saw it, 'No one would bother attacking me, because I'm not important.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess her almost getting her soul stolen isn't being attacked. I beg to differ.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brigittethelupe:1265</id>
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    <title>brigittethelupe @ 2005-05-06T17:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T21:39:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T21:39:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alas, it's been a while since I've updated, but I've been slightly busy with my training and having to endure the insufferable Ravan. Though, that can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently met a Shadow Lupe such as myself, though he wasn't as serious or distant for that matter, but that doesn't matter. We basically went on a 'date', though I got a tad bored and left after we had supper. He seemed more of the type for a one-night stand and I'm not going to go on a date with someone, just so they can try to get in my pants afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs and ponders to herself* Hmm...it's pretty quiet here at home. Especially now that Ravan's not here at the moment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brigittethelupe:840</id>
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    <title>brigittethelupe @ 2005-04-01T08:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T13:46:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T13:46:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Unfortantly for me, Ravan chipped my axe doing who-knows-what with it and I had to either find a replacement or sharpen it. I don't have the time to sharpen it, so I went to buy something else at the local Weaponary Shop and that's where I noticed this Kougra. She looked like the motherly type, so I had no clue what she was doing there. I found out she was getting a package for an Assassin who I found out attacked one of the friends of the 'family'. Couldn't see what it was at first, but it was pretty large and knowing it was for the Assassin; I had a feeling Nhamotai ( The Assassin, children. ) was probably planning to use it on Kujin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't allow that of course, so after quickly purchasing a rather old-fashioned looking Samurai sword, I stole it from the Kougra. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a thief. I leave that kinda stuff to Kilala, she's better at it anyway. After telling the Kougra to leave without it, Nhamotai shows up thankfully. She didn't really come forward when I had the sword drawn, so I really didn't pay much attention to her. After opening the package, I found out that the thing inside it turned out to be a Boomerang with a bladed side. Splendid looking weapon, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her bluntly that I wasn't going to give it back, then she left and I headed home. I had a feeling she'd come back to it, because Tai said it was a family heirloom and most don't give those up without a fight. And I was right, in less than an hour; she showed up in my room with Kujin; oddly enough,  via her aquatic travel or as she put it 'Puddle Travelling'. Something around those lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with her for a bit, I handed her the boomerang. Then her and Kujin started fighting again, though she couldn't use the boomerang, because she said she didn't have time to practice it. After Kujin pushed her back with /my/ sword, the boomerang flew out of her hand, bounced off the wall and struck Kujin in the chest. At seeing this, I ran over with little regard to the boomerang which was now flying in each direction and looked him over. He was still alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried catching the stupid thing and succeeded, but before I got a chance to give it to Tai; it flew upwards which involved me getting slashed deeply in the shoulder. I tried getting those two out of the room, but they didn't listen to me. I'm not sure what happened after that, because I decided to leave instead of risking the chance of watching them get slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not going to get any training done until Chinuru heals my shoulder which I hope is soon. I want to practice with the sword, I'm not really used to a light-weight weapon. That's about it for now.</content>
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    <title>Random Question-Thing.</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T03:58:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T13:07:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Name: Brigitte&lt;br /&gt;Last Name: None&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: None, unless someone can make a nickname out of Brigitte. Then, I congratulate you.&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate (if known): Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Age: Twenty-One&lt;br /&gt;Number and age of siblings: None.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;Right hand or left: Right&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: Along ears&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: Red&lt;br /&gt;Chosen weapon: Battle Axe&lt;br /&gt;Extra weapons: My fists&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth: Krawk Island&lt;br /&gt;Current location/home: Neopia Central&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents: Dead.&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: Have none.&lt;br /&gt;Choice of clothing: Black jeans and beige blouse.&lt;br /&gt;Weaknesses: I...am not too sure really. I suppose long-range weapons?&lt;br /&gt;Fears: None of your business.&lt;br /&gt;First thoughts when you wake up: Need breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Best physical features: My red-tipped, bushy tail.&lt;br /&gt;Greatest accomplishment: None as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Have any unusual abilities: The ability to travel through shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with others: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Find the opposite sex attractive: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Want to get into a serious relationship: I haven't thought it over yet.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic drink: Corona.&lt;br /&gt;Non-Alcoholic drink: Milk&lt;br /&gt;Food: Any type of chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Red&lt;br /&gt;Number: 45&lt;br /&gt;Word: Smackdown&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: Leather&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Month: May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav. Band: My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;Fav. solo artist: Hard to choose&lt;br /&gt;Fav. Album: Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge&lt;br /&gt;Singular song: Hard to choose&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument? If so, which one: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORD ASSOCIATIONS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood: Death&lt;br /&gt;Roses: Serenity&lt;br /&gt;Water: Oceans&lt;br /&gt;Knives: Pain&lt;br /&gt;Forks: Food&lt;br /&gt;Blankets: Warmth&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Fences: Farms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOICES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color or colour: Color&lt;br /&gt;Rap or rock: Rock&lt;br /&gt;Blonde or black hair: Black&lt;br /&gt;Pale or tanned skin: Tanned&lt;br /&gt;Love or lust: Love.&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or sunrise: Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Night or day: Night&lt;br /&gt;Veg or meat: Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIPS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love? If so, with who? No.&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been together? N/A&lt;br /&gt;Where did you meet? N/A&lt;br /&gt;Best memories together: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Things you have in common: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Do you find he/she physically attractive: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Past partners: ...None.&lt;br /&gt;Still friends with past partners? N/A&lt;br /&gt;Offspring: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Other parent of child/ren: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Age of child/ren: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with child/ren: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List your friends: None.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: No one.&lt;br /&gt;List your enemies/rivals: None&lt;br /&gt;Most hated enemy/rival: None. &amp;lt;/lj&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>When I thought I couldn't go deeper..</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T01:56:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T01:56:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Candy Shop- 50 Cent</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Someone throws me a shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not going to introduce myself on first entry; just going to put that my landlady; Selena got this for me, so I could have something to type in when I'm bored and I guess I'll keep it. Because I get bored often. Anyway, unlike most of roommates have decided to do; I'm keeping this Journal OPEN to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have nothing to hide really. *Shrugs* Now, I'm going to play some games.</content>
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