If you want poetic, you shouldn't keep me up so late with your hanky-panky. ^

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Date Posted: 00:45:21 04/02/05 Sat
Author: Vitaliath
Subject: If you want poetic, you shouldn't keep me up so late with your hanky-panky. ^_~
In reply to: Hroth 's message, "Oh that's such a poetic term!" on 10:20:52 04/01/05 Fri

Vitaliath doesn't even bother to respond to Hroth's indignant protests. Of course it's his tail; she knows what she grabbed. And if he had followed the plan, instead of being such a stubborn brat, that wouldn't have been neccessary. The bugle fills her with a deep, visceral thrill, and she trembles for a moment as she releases him, confident that he will now follow. She adroitly dodges his grab, eyes whirling so fast that they're blurred, a deep purple-tinted red, and blazes into the sky. The last vestiges of higher thought fall away with her final words, the last the green will speak until instinct has released her body again. Yes. But you'll work for it! The last few words are almost indistinguishable under the raw emotion bleeding into them, and accompanied with another, challenging bugle that modulates into a wavering shriek. Twisting in mid-air, she angles left and upwards, racing over green jungle canopy towards the ocean and towards the sky. There are no real clouds left to hide in, as the last to occupy this air had done, but the swiftly falling twilight will do to confuse her pursuer's eye. Her head turns for a minute, taking him in, and then swings forward again, though she is by no means ignoring him. "Impress me," her taunting glance and whipping tail seem to demand. Oh yes, indeed, after that shameful performance earlier, Hroth will certainly have to work to soothe Vitaliath's ruffled feelings. Brainless male.

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Oh, behave. *purrs* Badly, that is -- Hroth, 01:00:15 04/02/05 Sat
- Of course. What, do I look like some sort of paragon of virtue over here? -- Vitaliath, 01:33:24 04/02/05 Sat
  - Get thee to a nunnery!! -- Hroth, 01:47:49 04/02/05 Sat
    - Well, we've got the fool, and nunneries are boring - so Hamlet, we choose Door #2. -- Vitaliath, 02:44:38 04/02/05 Sat
      - Well...I'm not sure what's behind that one... -- Hroth, 03:20:24 04/02/05 Sat
        From context, I'd say a honeymoon suite. Let's hope they do room service. -- Vitaliath, 03:43:12 04/02/05 Sat
        Ooooooh breakfast! -- Hroth, 04:04:28 04/02/05 Sat
        Ah-ah-ah... let's not be hasty, now. No breakfast until we've finished with dessert, and dessert isn't gone until we've used up all the whipped cream. -- Vitaliath, 04:40:06 04/02/05 Sat
        Kinky! -- Hroth, 11:10:54 04/02/05 Sat