Subject: =south of hell= |
Author: Ajax [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 17:20:09 04/22/04 Thu
=hell hath spit me out=
The brute of ebon scales landing softly on the ground, moving stealthily, yet enough to draw attention. Fully aware of this, senses keen on alerting him of dangers. Raiding, hunting. He'd make his mother proud. The brute eventually broke the silence with a roar, taking into the skies with great flaps of leathery wings. Daring, challenging. Bloodthirsty.
=then begged for my return=
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