<font color=gray>~� r.aging temptes.t �~</font> <font color=silver>� b.l.a.c.k d.e.a.t.h �</font> -- ceneri di nerezza

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Subject: ~� r.aging temptes.t �~ � b.l.a.c.k d.e.a.t.h �

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~� �.torm Princes.s �~ � p.l.a.g.u.e �

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Date Posted: 23:05:03 02/03/03 Mon
Author Host/IP: 144.139.135.38
In reply to: slave dancer 's message, ".[voices]." on 16:12:46 01/31/03 Fri

~� a.lablaster banshee tossed crainia, occlui watching newcomer wairly. nares flared, taking in scent, thorns pinned back inside thin webs of spidery silk. dished visage held wary, serpentine shook, banner flicked. muscels tightended, flanks rise and fall, watching she from this lan.d �~ indeed, i came here for blood. it seems you are willing to help me in this quest? ~�voice drips with sarcasm, as cold as a winter blizzard, bodice ready for any move the other might make. thoughts left that of young one, she twas older enough to look after herself. total thoughts given to femme fatale before she, and surrounding terrai.n �~

� .p.o.r.c.e.l.a.i.n. nares flared deeply, occuli wathing with mistrust and dislike this mare from the land Creoto. young bytch knew better than to intervene with her dam this one, she was too young to take of a fully grown horse. but the offspring. was there an offspring? thorns twitch, keeping track of Creoto demirep, occuli traveling over to look towards the brush from which the mare had ingressed from. brainpan tossed, paper-thins flaring crimson wide, diamond stamped upon surface of hell, bugle given to the surrounding land, urging any horse to show their .s.e.l.f. �

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slave dancer
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Date Posted: 15:21:07 02/04/03 Tue
Author Host/IP: 205.188.199.31

so, are you breathing?
so, do you breathe?
wake up are you alive
will you listen to me
i'm gonna take about some freaky shit now
someone is gonna die when you listen to me
let the living die, let the living die, say

are you breathing now
do the wicked see you?
you still breathing
you're making me known
are you breathing now
do the wicked see you
you still breathing

so, what's up
i wonder why you listen to me
i'm gonna make you so do some freaky shit now
insane, you're gonna die when you listen to me
let the living die, let the living die, say

so

save me god

i can hear the voice but i don't want to listen
strap me down and tell me i'll be alright
i can feel the subliminal need to be one
with the voice and make everything go
i can hear the voice but i don't want to listen
strap me down and tell me i'll be alright
i can feel the subliminal need to be one with
the voice and make
everything go right.

.["i only seek blood for myself. i do not assist others. see those aqueducts? soon they will be filled with your blood." fatale retorted instantly. ].

.[ then again slave dancer imerged into the shadows, using her knowledge of her land to her advantage. the darkness blended well with her onyx coat. occuli shifted from blood to black themselves so that she was fully disguised. ].

.[ with snake-like motions so came out, struck out at the mare and then was back into the shadows. she was using her hellblood skills. she was going to play dirty, but even the dirtiest of fighters could be beat. only time could tell the outcome. ].

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[> [> [> Subject: ~� r.aging temptes.t �~ � b.l.a.c.k d.e.a.t.h �

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~� �.torm Princes.s �~ � p.l.a.g.u.e �
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Date Posted: 22:36:51 02/13/03 Thu
Author Host/IP: 144.139.136.111

~� n.ares flared and criania tossed, smirk playing upon features as chassis moved away from other, watching her, occuli picking out faint line of raven coat against backgrop. titainiums hold porcelain femme fatale steady, watching as the other moved, trying to tell what her first move would be. banner swished as pinions carry her to move along with beastress, ever so to dodge if thy fae moved forward to get her. dentals bared in show of aggression. she was not feared by this creature. lappets pinned and occuli already picked out a path to take if thy ebon one did attack firs.t �~

� .d.a.r.k. young bytch watched with sorbid eyes as dam and dame started the dance of death. nares flare and crainia tossed, lappets flicking back, listning for sounds of the faes get, if there even was one. banner swished as adolescent watched oncoming fight with morbid curiostiy, watching the movement and storing the facts in her memory bank for use in the .f.u.t.u.r.e. �

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slave dancer
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Date Posted: 10:21:38 02/15/03 Sat
Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133

.[a loquacious bugle was called. the call of death. the time for bloodshed was now. the squesducts, snesing their leader's returned seemed to groan back to life. they prepared to drink her blood. after her slurped up it's fill it would distribute the rest into an area at the end of the twisted work.].

.[snaking out of the protective shadows, slave dancer kicked out one foreleg. demoness hoped to connect with any part of her opponet's physique. fatale wasn't going to fool around. the taste for blood was overpowering, and she refused to disobey the voices that told her to destroy.].

.[cerise eyes glowed viciously as she remained standing arrogantly. hindmost tresses flicked outwards towards the side as she waited imaptientely for the counter-attack. slaver dancer then shifted from an attack position to defense. the battle was on.].

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[> [> [> [> [> Subject: sorry...
Author: MiA [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 22:25:54 02/26/03 Wed Author Host/IP: 144.139.135.124 as you can see I'm not even active to do this...i just don't have time to come over to another website. sorry, but can we just pretend there was a fight and my horses was killed? pwease? [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: shure!
Author: norah [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 14:09:07 02/28/03 Fri Author Host/IP: 152.163.189.98 no problem with me! i'm no good at rpg fights anyway. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: thank you!!!
Author: MiA [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 00:33:06 03/02/03 Sun Author Host/IP: 144.139.135.161 thanks! :P :) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]