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Date Posted: 07:52:57 10/26/01 Fri
Author: Harlot
Subject: (( - a r r i v a l . . . - ))

[ name - Harlot ]
[ age - 3 ]
[ breed - artic type ]
[ color - ebon ]
[ disposition - moody ]

Vindictive darkness haunts day like it had the day before and since everyday the charcoal vixen had met. It assaults the resplendent sunshine like an intolerant pestilence, entrusted with the exclusive task of asserting the fatality to come and as though to morn, bellows can be perceived from afar. Whispers are the distant calls now in the chilled hour, the harmonics evaporating into the tender breaths of air, which liberate upon the pawns of the night�s dominion. One, within the night bliss, stalks amidst the tapered shadows of the covert�her presence simply assumed by the ambiguous tousling of muddled wreckage beneath cushioned paws. Respire of air evacuates nasal passages, faint and periodic as the b|tch evolves leisurely out of the complex thickets, attentive and receptive in every sense. Over time, her venture ceases and end declines to rest atop the soiled earth, appearing somewhat passive as moonbeams reflect off ebony hairs and regal as sculpted crown poses. Unsympathetic muzzle lingers ever so slightly extended, unnoticeable motions partaking in as one eagerly sips the night air through sodden snout. Harlot�a dark hued b|tch coolly respites, not an audible intone dispersing out of salvia-filled oral cavity and simply scrutinizing the night scene�it�s splendor entrancing to say the least. Mirth-saturated orbs inspect over the habitat, smoothed listeners inelegantly sited and with the progression of a yawn�the set decline and plaster amidst tough fibers.

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