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Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:59:35 08/21/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 152.163.207.137 In reply to: Breath of Life 's message, "|+..breath and live..+|" on 15:54:53 08/21/02 Wed .| narrowly fatale's optical spheres caught a blurry glimpse of the holy femora. dyrad's physique in haste turned to critically glance at the retreating form. breath of life, so well of you to venture into my land. |. .| something odd was hinted in the words. a new darkness had casted it's longing shadow over the monarch. enmity is what it was. the hate was evident in slanted orcia, and the torment of the exhausted dame was mammothly entertainment. |. .| my humble abode is always welcoming, is it not? the sleek voice came sarcastic and sardonic. the terre firma was everything but welcoming and humble. obsidian pelt quivered and fatale's stalking advancement was considered and made. |. .| with an odd sense of phlegmatic that was shown, slave dancer inched ever so close to the mare. almost like teasing her opponet, messing with her mind. auditives laced softly 'pon delicate crania, and bodice danced dangerously close. |. .| a gently flick of tassles was made. the whispy and rough tendrils connected with the silverbloods hindquater. without warning a harsh nip on the mare's side was made with sharp ivories. a chilling voice came from creased ashen labia. you will regret ever following after myself. prepare to become a tortured soul of hell. then fourthmost lithe fulcrum raised and stuck out at breath of life's barrel, in hopes to draw blood. |. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: |+..breathe and live..+| Author: Breath of Life [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:23:00 08/22/02 Thu Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.169 Wincing, the mare side-stepped imediately. She had been stuck narrrowly, just enough to draw a small amount of her silver blood. Spinning around so that she could face her tormentor, stated coldly."I will not fall to you, Slave Dancer. You do not have the heart to kill any but weaker opponets." She was quite arrogant. She knew better to let her guard down, this terre was certainly not going to give her an advantage over the physcoatic blackblood. "You may have once controled myself, but my soul will belong to no one. Especially the likes of you and whoever you feel right to." She put her defences high, prepared to fight for her life if needed. That was the only time she would fight, for her own life or the life of another defenseless one. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]