Blood Unseen Is Blood Unshed -- The Ultimate Battle Ground of Shadows

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Date Posted: 11:45:08 11/29/03 Sat
Author: Winded Spark 
Subject: Blood Unseen Is Blood Unshed
In reply to: Only Time 's message, "~* Time will tell..." on 11:41:40 11/29/03 Sat

Drip, Drip, Drip goes the sound of the wound. Little to late for cover is it not "Time"? Your love life isn't the one at stake here is it? didn't think so. Sorry I don't postpone because you hear the remnent voices of lovers strumming in your ear. I hear you Bad-seed, and you best back off. A bastard like you needs no invite, and therefore has none so scram and let's get on with this!go find another damned stallion to rumble with if you've got any sense at all! Patience, Patience, thats all there is to this game.

Cochlea pivot as the distant thunder is heard, to bad it's winter, you just gave yourself away seed. Night-time's boon is left unrivited as the chassis of Winded is wavered onto the top-soil without much of a bruise from the collision with a cheap stud. Orics regard the bliss-led stallion with less then any enthusiasm as her talons regulate their path to keep both the Czar and her hallucinating target at bay. Curse my freakin' lineage once again, can you imagine? What purpose this broad-minded male had in bouncing Spark about was anything but clear. Cochlea re-locate their former state of declination upon the flamed one's masses as a diligent "hiss" is flushed from the depths of her gullet, directly foremost at the intruding beast that had so undauntingly butted in. Spark's mandible remains clipped to her artery vitale as her archway is shaken violently, nasal portages breathing deep the unfamiliar scent of the other. An almost silenced summon is sent out onto the atmosphere for Black Liberty. Where the hell was she standing in this?

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Even death keeps on singing.. [Seed, Spark, Time] -- Black LibertyThread Break, 11:46:56 11/29/03 Sat