�Speaking of The Devil� -- The Bloobath

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Date Posted: 11:46:09 11/10/02 Sun
Author: Satan
Author Host/IP: 152.163.188.40
Subject: �Speaking of The Devil�

.�.Some say when you die you're dead. But for him, death was only the beggining. Now he's lost....�.

Ashen steed optics flickered of hellish embers watching dam dissappear yet queer feelings came over his being and he some how knew she wouldn't stay in creoto now but would turn her main focus back to Hell and Hamunaptra. He had heard her words speaking of her soon traveling to Hamunaptra he would go with her but only for the short visitation he would continue to carry on in Creoto and Hell. Turning bold masculine figure bat-like wings flared from rib cages with short heave of breath, he should return to Cendre d'Secrete for t'was left alone and needed to be tended to for the shortage of grazing. Skin that stretched tautly between bone of the delicate yet powerful limbs was now of the dull brassey golden color of his dam's kingdom. Finding it best that not to excercize vocals in speaking to Dancer a long ear peircing, scream of farwell came forth from parted equine lips as he reared pon haunches taking into the atmosphere, heading for his now terrian.

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[> +Flirting With Rage and Fire The She-Devil+ -- Black Follower aka- Keenana, 13:38:57 11/10/02 Sun (66.76.242.237)

The filly chases after her friend she was wondering what was wrong with him. Turning around quickly and looking behind her she squeals and calls out for Satan. A stallion from the goodie side was chasing her away from her closest friend Satan. She looked at the colt pleadingly hoping he might help her but the goodie stallion followed her glance and she quickly found herself deep in the forest with the silver stallion staring down at her. She tryed to get up bu couldn't she was tyed with ropes. She gave out one loud cry before falling back asleep. "Satan! Mischief! Daddy! Someone Help me!" then she fell back asleep dreaming of roses and her gaurdians telling her she must find a man to marry.

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[> +Flirting With Rage and Fire The She-Devil+ -- Black Follower aka Keenana Princess of hell, 13:47:03 11/10/02 Sun (66.76.242.237)

THe filly chases after her friend she was wondering what was wrong with him. Turning around quickly and looking behind her she squeals and calls out for Satan. A stallion from the goodie side was chasing her away from her closest friend Satan. She looked at the colt pleadingly hoping he might help her but the goodie stallion followed her glance and she quickly found herself deep in the forest with the silver stallion staring down at her. She tryed to get up bu couldn't she was tyed with ropes. She gave out one loud cry before falling back asleep. "Satan! Mischief! Daddy! Someone Help me!" then she fell back asleep dreaming of roses and her gaurdians telling her she must find a man to marry.

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