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Hell's Angel
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Date Posted: 15:10:57 06/24/02 Mon
In reply to:
Second Sight
's message, ":: Dissection::" on 12:12:58 06/19/02 Wed
Sahib, that of the vixen decent, barrels cunningly o'er the azure scape that remains untouched and resolute upon the dreary night that folds itself into the crevaces of the realm. Physique purses against the horizon, silhouetted with the mere traces of plentiful shadows that concave 'round she in a distraction of pure wit and deminsion. A sardonic expression flutter upon pate, mug buggled skyward in a cunnig attempt to perceive dominance over the other; pools of chromed cornflower singing their way, as if flamed by a great hearth. Duplicates lace themselves upon radiant crown, axis hovering upon the light firmament. Nares idly flare, withstanding within salmon tissued caves, elating the crisp, withdrawn air via sucking esophagus. Once 'gain, physique coils back emersed in the shadows that bind themselves 'round. Dominance, my friend, will you fight it?
It seemed the radiant vixen drove out all these new mares, but, no bad feelings were issued toward the 'Lord,' for they were worth nothing if they had backed down, correct? But, would this one back down, or would she face the truth and fight it? It all depended upon the will she conceived; did she want to survive in the realm, or did she want to perish under the vixen's congenial watch?
~Satan's right hand flame~
~Hell's Angel~
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