|%|femme o' hue o' t' desert sands watches onyx brute, indicators prick'd t'ward he 'top chisel'd pate, raven pools set 'pon he, all attention t'ward sable mascu evident. an affectionate nuzzle is plac'd 'pon he, before 'mitting a soft snort, unsure toss o' chisel'd visage given. she did not suppose that she still car'd for t' one dubb'd, "Demon of Hell," for he hath left she. a slight whicker is 'mitt'd from she, before placing an affectionate, but gentle nip 'pon arabic brute's raven shoulder, ebon banner swishing from side to side. 'twas good to be home|%|