Date Posted:14:09:52 05/13/02 Mon Author: Naamah Author Host/IP: 163.150.18.12 Subject: I Don't Fancy That, Friend In reply to:
Skajira
's message, "-*-gladly-*-" on 08:53:57 05/13/02 Mon
..Ever Hear That Voice Inside Your head.. ..Telling You To Be Naughty?
Loud scream of protest exits maw, threatening appearence melting into that of concern. Several compliant steps are taken, yet as soon as femme
'gains an inch', frame vaults from initial postion
upon the emerald terra to the air, massive wing span lifting the creature out of the way of the 'persuading' masculine.
Annexes fold against sides as desired distance is found, causing the winged preditor to drop to the ground, muscled taunt in preperation for attack.
Tail thrashes behind fem, mohogany hued lanterns narrowed into slits. Appendages unfurl, causing the minimal hellion to appear larger,
yet only to the untrained eye. An accentuating yowl is given as the pair of feahter laiden things snap open, creature, appearently,
not going with out a fight.
..You think that I will follow YOU or any who try for my pressence so rashly? Truely,
I must have underestimated the equine race..
A preditory stride is taken toward the male, cranial lowering over vitals, a sadistic
smirk crossing over parched lips.
..Try again, creature, I'm waiting..
..You Thought It Was All In Your Head, Didn't You?..
(Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm doing this at school and didn't have time to go through and fix that ^_^')
