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.masquerade. How strange. I find myself with rank, and it is a wonderful, terrible feeling. But who waltzed behind the frilly masks? Alluring helves' only means of euphonious symphony thwarted, throttled by verdant sod. Vivacity increased, cadaver manipulating slavish suspension-units, chipper format mainatined atop coronet, as though not even the propogater of the world she dwelled, however minutely, in, the avian shackles grasping the fuscuous fibriance, although henna valence inclined to rip away, waway from their trfling hold. Forial margins indulged themselves in her minor pain, saratial digits embracing that in which she would die, and be ressurected in: the earth, so benign and foolishly goodwiled. And still, the utter lack of social meeings turbinated the grey matter, entirelly encased in the circlet and yet not at all withstanding the bboundries that a simply daydream could pilfer you to; shame shame. And still the pilots sought, for as a sentinel she fealt, however inadaquetly if that be the case, that she should meet them. And from the very beginning, though she was not the 'most exalted one' at first, this 'rogue' had been a sweeling stab of interest for her.Ah, such pleasantries. Chimera .Avian Sentinel. .Tethered to Stonehenge. |