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Date Posted: 19:32:39 08/06/01 Mon
Author: Shetan
Author Host/IP: 63.28.216.112
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The graceful bruja lingers along the outskirts of the unchained domiciles, no sight of those beasts that squabbled over she. A moment of gratitude for the silence is replaced in the depths of her being but yet the ennui seems to override that decision of gratitude. It was fun having those bicker over her, a feeling of importance. Now she is just an ordinary brood out in the fields just sitting there to no use. Like a broodmare, that's it only there to watch the others have fun and her sit on the outside. The loner of the cadre not even a coterie can save her now. Previous encounter with the human breed bothered her none, she mixed in with the shubbery but yet sticks out like a sore thumb. A mammal of pure ivory, with the exception of the chocolate tones of peat- washing over the hide. A perfect mask to conceal her form in the umbrage. A mask of hot-blood, and an ill-tempered creature lies within. None seem to have break the surface of this flagrant brood, not even her own gender have befriend she. Now demanding the heed given to her, frustration overtakes this ogre-she before limbs clout the silt with undying abhor for none to give her the focus that she �needs�. Never she has felt this feeling of being locked away, no thrills only the tranquillity stinging through the hemisphere causing her to go in with it's mode. She can't have it and this satyr-coquette won't go down without a fight!

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...interest piqued... -- Witraz, 19:51:40 08/06/01 Mon