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Date Posted: 15:45:48 04/10/02 Wed
Author: Hellbound
Subject: [ .>. .>. royality .<. .<.]

the return
.a meandering path is followed by a hushed traveller, clad in a ebon toned tunic with gleaming dapples o' darkness. the following shadow gradually is drawn back, the darkness swiping her engaging fingers 'cross the once lit earth. perceivers slip forwards 'top the refined crown of a well bred animal, tangled laces looping 'round, soon creating a cascade of knotted hair. ashen labrums raise, wrapping 'round equine ivories, a gurgling vocal errupting from caverns, followed by a grunt. silk'n kisser lifelessly drapes o'er hind, several knots slapping roughly 'gainst hide in annoyance o' unwanted pests. paper thin concaves flutter gently, distant aromas caught within the steady breath o' the black, pate rolls back as vision adverts to the gray tinted sky, returning to that infront. swirls o' dust rise to the underside o' he as the pace forwards continues, the prince returning to his lair.

im here
.leafy green umbrage grabs as dusted pelt and lithe strands, wrapping their wretched fingers around, fighting back with a tug. a shrill note o' annoyance brakes past ashen labrum, perceivers rolled back 'pon skull, the commotion cut short by a rough leap from the entanglement. pale streams of light fall atop the musculant topline o' he, the warmth driving a childish sensation through his powerful limbs. nadirs are thrown out in a coltish mannerism, crane curled o'er to tuck mug to breast. shock like senews enlarge as several kicks are issued to a nonexistant figure, the beast resuming his calm stature soon after. movement ceases as mug is dropped to the lush vegetation, grasping several long stalks o' green.

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Replies:

�mirror image -- Apollyon, 14:04:48 04/11/02 Thu
- . the reflection . -- Hellbound, 13:44:30 04/12/02 Fri
  - �patience is virtue -- Apollyon, 09:32:11 04/13/02 Sat
    - . as is silence . -- Hellbound, 09:58:38 04/14/02 Sun