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Fyre
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Date Posted: 22:05:55 12/11/03 Thu
^Smelling the intrusive, but so delicious enthrallong sent of a fresh kill, the wee nypmh dragon crept out from his delighted hidings. Customarilly, he only came when called, but an empty belly wielded biddings if his own. Ah, how his mouth watered as he stared at the slain beast, silently waiting to be devoured--not that he could eat that who thing by himself. But it was still so tempting.^ He fluttered down and hovered just above, tail tip finding an awkward speck and raising in to his mouth. The flavor was supreme, as was he improved appetite. But he saddened. This was not brought for him, but his lady. He would need her permission. Oh welll....^
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