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Date Posted: 13:02:28 07/10/01 Tue
Author: One Wild Night
Subject: -Gingeration-
In reply to: crossfire 's message, "*greeting*" on 11:23:51 07/10/01 Tue

(I had this beautiful post all written out...and I accidently clicked clear. Sorry, this one is gonna suck)

Female watches the other greet, molars grinding with settle rage, crescents remaining 'pon crown. Who is this one to near me!? Though anger is quickly subdue, large sable pools showing that no harm is coming from the other. Should she trust? Why not. In this hellish world, friends are vital. Sloped profile thrusts 'gainst heavens, bellows releasing hell-scream. Then offer of friendliness of taken, skull lowered, chistled dial shoved forward in applied salutations. Thorn-tipped auditives flick hesitently forward, nares flaring widely. Now that this is over, tell me about this place. Ashen pelts slides over sleekened anatomy, silken banner whipped 'gainst sky. Cranium thrusts back from the other, large oculi scanning the golden earth.

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