� Blood Will Flow.. � -- The Castle Ruins

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Date Posted: 14:05:45 12/09/01 Sun
Author: Splash of Blood
Subject: � Blood Will Flow.. �

�Blood-curdling shriek throws itself from muscular feminine form. Crimson spatched fatale ingressed, sharpend obsidian glass striking unmercifully at soft earth. Cobra stance is taken as she-devil makes way unhurridly through land, bloodstained ivories bared at all who merely glance. Flaming occuli shoot daggers at opposing equine as impatient pacing appears. Auds laced firmly 'gainst pent, bloody maiden waits with great anticipation for her chance to let the blood flow..�

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[> -Silent- -- Dark Night, 14:10:07 12/09/01 Sun

She watched from shadows..acknowledging the other as a mare from sires herd..a slight nod is given.

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[> [> � Keen Senses.. � -- Splash of Blood, 14:30:53 12/09/01 Sun

�Thorns 'pon stalks prick to unfarmilar noises. Pacing is halted, crimson lips curling back in waryness. Flaming globes of inferno narrow while scannind darkend shadows. Visage is suddenly thrown heavenwards, nostrils dialating at unfarmilar scents. Bob of a crown is noted within shadows and bloody maiden's tense muscles relax the slightest bit. One of those who called..yes. Snort escapes nares as lobes lace tight 'gainst plate, curt nod thrown t'wards femma. Pacing is then once again taken up, anticipation increasing..�

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