VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 123 ]


[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 16:50:56 06/06/03 Fri
Author: Black Ice
Subject: *Fight For The Right*
In reply to: avalanche & dagger 's message, ".xXx. outcast .xXx. / ...dangerous..." on 12:31:23 06/06/03 Fri

Femora bares her teeth, but no sound is 'mitted. She would waste little on the pair. Her boredom and lonelyness had driven her out of her pack lands to find some solace with a friend. Why she was drawn to these two she hadn't an idea. Lobes plastered against her skull, she studied the young bitch before her silently before responding, her voice gaurded, but begging for friendship. The former BM had indeed calmed in the few years since her transition. My Name is Black Ice. Friends Call Me Ice. her gaze shifts from Avalanche to Dagger, and something in her cool aqua orbs flickers. Some forgotten memory? Or was it earning. who knew? Ice sure as hell didn't. A slight smile touches her eyes, and she dips her muzzel in the old fasioned way of greeting. Welcome to Wolf Valley. She says, rising, her gaze locking with the big brute's. Quickly taking in his apperence, her own muscles tighten, ready for an attack, feeling as if she were being launched one now. She wouldn't hold up. Despite her apperences, Ice was sorely in need of a good rest. The take down of a doe with her mate near by had left Ice fairly well battered. The fact that she had done it by herself, was even more reason for her wounds. Slowly, she lowers her haunches to the ground, as much to give her tired legs a rest as to show the obviously overprotective male she ment no harm to either of them.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]


Replies:


Post a message:
This forum requires an account to post.
[ Create Account ]
[ Login ]
[ Contact Forum Admin ]


Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.