a glimpse: all that is needed -- Harem 1

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Date Posted: 17:39:29 07/03/02 Wed
Author: Sideways Glance
Author Host/IP: adsl-21-174-245.rdu.bellsouth.net / 66.21.174.245
Subject: a glimpse: all that is needed
In reply to: Masquerade 's message, "-:-The Masked Dance-:-" on 14:41:24 07/03/02 Wed

The echo of such a trumpet resounded within one�s own eavesdroppers. Removing from settled position �pon convex and complicated frame, they stood on end, prepared for such a battle.. Something she would ne�er miss. Perhaps such would give abilities to know harem. For both she and the �leader�. No trust was giv�n to he as of yet.. He must earn it through action. No �words� or �motions� would clarify for she. Blunteness was the best, and always would be. Time would settle the dispute, or as thought within complex medulla. Stepping forthward, she would be the first to enter enemy�s realm, if necessary. She was ready, and always had been. Perhaps the trophies of battles left upon her hide would be a mere hint to some. Others would need full out proof of her resounding structure and warlike living span. Sconce thrashed in heightened altitude, fire burning with a passion for war. Labrums drawn back, revealing crimson-quenching incisors. Whipcords flung about mercilessly, each stagnate hoof mauled the terra, preparing self and others for the first raid which she was there for, and the one that would proclaim all others for the enemy force.

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