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Date Posted: 18:10:17 03/23/04 Tue
^His brutish but charming grin simmered as he listened to the demoness, experienced her emotions, silently wishing he had the freedom to the same.^
Indeed, all of us Dragons are suffering.
^He snuck his statement, repeated and obvious as it was, inbetween a breath he caught her in, then silenced to recieve the rest of her ideas. His glowing gaze watched her intensely, muscles rowdy and blatant, the virile almost mirroring her physical representations. The brawn so wished to be able to share her hunger for this without the restraints of servitude. But it was his reality. Pearly enamels jutted over a slick lip as a grin subtly expaded^
Your ideas sounds...long over due, Kiesha. I think it would work too--well led by a dragoness such as yourself. I wouldn't be able to aid you in this, the fighting that is, but it would be my pleasure to accompany you to the Light lands. Maybe scope out the competition? Stir up nasty little notions? It's my actions that are limited, not my boundaries.
^The drago, gothic by all means with his angular turn of neck, shadows pending with the cloaking positioning of a fiendish pinion. Whip wrapped his base^
For the actual bloodshed...maybe you should ask your son. Boredom will conquer him soon...
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