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Date Posted: 18:06:11 06/14/01 Thu
In reply to:
Jade Sanderson
's message, "+ The young woman arrives. + [Inside.]" on 17:02:10 06/14/01 Thu
> + A compact convertable, toned a kick-ass red, its
>vibrant hue simply begging for attention, pulls up in
>the long, sinuous drive belonging to the Wild Sim
>Mountain Ranch. The vehicle draws to a stationary
>postion. There is an audible click of the ignition
>being cut, happening simulatenously with the opening
>of the driver-side door. First appearing is a glimpse
>of a single seemingly endless length of faintly tanned
>limb. Following in cool, languid motions is the rest
>of a stunning female form. When ones gaze was to
>travel upward from the shapely limbs they would come
>upon tight denim shorts, seeming to be painted onto
>skin. On a day when the assumed painter was at a
>minimal of artistic supplies. If ones gaze was
>elevated higher it would discover more of the supposed
>'paint', though of a different hue. The skin-hugging
>halter top clung to every curve of the female's form,
>a silken material of siren red. Her eyes bare
>resemblence to the stone she was named for..Jade.
>Full, pouty lips, of an identical color to her chosen
>mode of transportation add to the sheer suggestive
>beauty of her features. Raven black locks cascade over
>slim shoulders in an tumbled appearence. Stray
>tendrils are absently brushed aside from feminine
>countenance, fingers that do the brushing tipped with
>an electic silver. The female is adorned with a myriad
>selection of silver and glitters in the form of
>jewelery. At the husky "Come." that proffers from her
>vividly toned lips a large canine bounds from the
>backseat of the vehicle. The massive doberman wears a
>thick leather collar, studded with silver spikes. The
>young woman motions him over with a single hand.+ "
>'Bout time we got here, eh, boy-o? Seems like we had
>to travel to hell and back for all this distance." +
>The canine dubbed Diablo by his owner, thumps his stub
>of tail against the dusty ground in agreement.+ "Wicca
>should be arriving shortly, luv. Can't wait to get
>that pyscotic bitch of mare out here and we can do
>some serious training." +Optics scan her new
>surroundings briefly, half-smile playing across her
>features. +
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