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Date Posted: 09:09:16 06/24/01 Sun
Author: ::Nymph::
Subject: ::gameplay::
In reply to: .:Ka Anubis:. 's message, ".:Unsettled youth:." on 18:34:06 06/23/01 Sat

::Femme skids to a halt, obsidians tearing at ashen loam in blunt arrogance. Lobes prick in ecstatic behavior while labrums protrude, nipping whelp upon withers before zooming off, inviting the youth to join the 'game' of tag::

[Bah! Mine sucked too ;-) lol - im feeling aloss of words...-deep sigh- eh, might as well get things stirred up around here :-D]

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[> [> ..charge.. -- Ceridwen, 11:32:11 06/24/01 Sun

Obsidian fatale canters to the group from behind, butting Nymph on the shoulder with her nose before nimbly dancing away. Nares flare towards the femme TaTaKnee, she still wsn't accustomned to her. Snorting she stomped an onyx hoof against terra firma

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[> [> [> ::chasse:: -- ::Nymph::, 07:27:27 06/25/01 Mon

::Femme squeals as dial of companion proclaims her 'it'. Auds flatten, as to block to wind from her sensitive auricles. Limbs contract as configuration charges after one dubbed 'Cerdwen'. Atony has been made up, propelling ample features after bruja..[I shall catch thee!] But in turn of events, femme swerves, obsidians manipulating loam upon halt, dentiles genialy nipping TataKnee, offering to join the game::

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