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Date Posted: 15:26:04 12/21/01 Fri
In reply to:
Dare to Dream
's message, "Lobes pricked." on 06:18:09 12/21/01 Fri
A small keep sake,
To remind you of me,
A small keep sake,
Please remember me.
In the shadows of the dark,
That is were I lurk, my empty heart.
..:: Femora o' cafe hue snorts, auds melting to skull at sight o' another femme approaching -her- human. Feral as she was, femme still veiwed Ashliegh her's, a foal o' deformed sorts. Crafted pistons carry self downwards, estrus perfume masking atmosphere. Soft clarions emit, forming a 'melody'. Guilt plaques feral heart, knowing self brought depression to youth. Silken muzzle pushes on glass, slightly startled at the chill. Pistons pound Earth slightly in tight circle, femme calming nerves. Once more femme pushes window, plush muzzle making a soft thudding, more clarions emit in calming snorts. Sounds imitate what a mother would do for young, if young were stressed. Aye, a femme saw Ashliegh as foal. Silken muzzle stays near glass, hind piston cocts, displacing weight 'til femora twas comfortable. The night she twas to stay 'ere. ::..
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