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Date Posted: 21:15:38 07/08/01 Sun
Author: Shetan
Author Host/IP: 63.17.213.104
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..okay this is enough, boredom has been aroused. No sight of masculines, safety. Bruja soon elevates self to avoid the low shrubbery. Sticks protrude from their verdant springs to impel against the alabaster ~ hued peltry of this creature of the night. Ghostly figurine gracefully makes her entrance, alongside the corridor of the muster of trees. A perfect row, making her entrance back into the open fields of rolling green tops. Tubular auricles begin to fulcrum upon a marred poll. Crest withdraws, soon lashes out at the atmosphere. Tearing away at the unseen atoms floating through the humid section. A nauseating aroma stings the sensitive duo, and soon visage is thrusted outwards in a mad rage. What is this unfamiliar rancid smell? Ugh. Mere contemplation of what the stench may be is incomprehensible; skittish of what may lay abroad but yet progenitor has never faced something of that tinge. A far off cry and hoots are a few clamors that are distinctively heard from afar. A few short blasts are verbalized, a loud �crack�; equine isn't intimidated but none-the-less isn't a insipid ogre to stand here and become prey for whatever lies out in the deeps of the canopy woods. Far of cries of equines are vocalized, hooves pounding against the topography. Molesting it with a fierce passion, a herd of them, canines howling and screeching. A pack of something lays near, and closing in yardage. One must vacate the lot, on haunches the brood lunges forth and appendages ignite into a fast gait to hopefully evade the oncoming intruders..

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