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Last call now I'm outta time

And I don't got no valentine

Singled out, now I stand alone

The underdog in a modern world

Suburbia is hot tonight

But nothing seems to feel alright

I don't want your sympathy

I just need a little therapy

At least that's what they say to me

: dark.shadow's harks remained flattened against his culmination, never budging from their leveled position. but they didn't have to-he could still hear perfectly fine, especially when the misanthropic harridan of a lady made no attempt to subdue her tone. was that a venture with contempt she had just tried? naughty-naughty, chiming was supposed to be a good little bitch and turn the other cheek. some benevolent light she had become. his emerald orbs scrutinized her choice of deployment, noting the conspicuous similarites in the way she initiated the maneuver and the way he had. it only took a few laconic moments until he realized her full intentions, adjustments to the subterfuge and all that jazz. without further ado, the sterling pelted evil sent his pinions into brisk velocity, locomotion propelling him as he crabstepped away from her ruse. Barely far enough away to avoid being touched, dark felt the wind rushing against his taut, dappled hide as she commenced with the fruitless portion of her advance. oddly, it was a comfort to the bizarre tycoon. the slight breeze reminded him he had successfully evaded that potentially treacherous attack. unfortunately, pondering this fact allowed precious seconds to slip from his hands...err, hooves, and he scarcely had time to command his muscles to commence movement. before he knew it, a mildly burning stitch appeared beneath the surface of his skin. her hooves had caught him a grazing clip on the back of his shoulder, narrowly avoiding the more sensitive 'real' ribs of his arab mutt bulk. a bantam, burgundy slit was one of the results, tissue already beginning to discolor a gruesome purple around it. that was a good sign; it wouldn't last too long or impair his soon-to-come salvo. :

: "oh, that really hurts. by the way babe, do me and all the rest of creation a favor and don't cuss anymore, it looks horrid with your complexion. okay, sweetie?" :

: a burlesque leer turned up his countenance, venoumous acerbity dripping lethargically off of his every utterance. it was only a terse amount of time until he would start his own assault on the hazel virago. since they had remained so close since the last round, the cherry accentuated bull elementarily gave the hind-kick one last attempt. with previously unknown precipitancy, he flung his hinds around, meagerly taking the time to plant his fores. since she hadn't moved alot after her last offense, he didn't have to compensate for it as much as he normally would've had to. like dual rockets, his stocky rear fulcrums catapulted expeditiously towards her. they were aimed for her chest, an area with atleast some material to slightly muffle the blow's brute force. if she moved any, though, they had dangerous capability to land on somewhere much more painful...and possibly lethal, if they caught in the right place. unsure of the outcome, he rounded on her again, dentals snapping out maliciously for the female's fragile nasal cavaties. :

: after quickly drawing back to prevent being attacked in his life-vein, the virile retraced his previous steps, excluding the intricately executed whirls to make a hasty get-away. he might've been a steed, but not all of them were twits. :

Hey ho let's go

I'm gonna start a riot

You don't wanna fight it

One two f*ck you

Don't tell me what to do

I don't wanna be like you

Can't you see - it's killing me

I'm my own worst enemy

Knock me down I'll keep on moving

It's the art of losing

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|..|chiming bells|..| -- Chime, 06/25/04 9:37pm
- : and.i.don't.got.no.valentine : -- : dark.shadow :, 07/ 1/04 5:55pm
  - |..|at least, not from me|..| -- Chime, 07/ 1/04 11:15pm

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