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Date Posted: 01:55:09 05/03/04 Mon
Author: Takiar
Subject: .Inte.rlope.ers B.ewa.re.

. Acoustics of a charcoal emulsion twitched atop Takiar�s refined tiara as her essence travelled through the opaque shadows of the abyss. This was her home. This was her home � which she will help guard, well isn�t that what the Beta female does? Signature emboss trailed behind her, as Takiar was a mere shadow lurking within the darkest of nights. Pixel rims part exposing a bittersweet symphony from the very depths of hell � that lurked within her vocal cordials. Piercing oracles tainted by amber obtained the intruder � well lookie what the cat dragged in. Live bait. Midnight-washed limbs suppress the topography within long even strides; opaque threads lie upon the virago�s d�colletage, and idle were her unique amber vision, especially when the femme was lurking amidst the shadows of the great abyss. Diadem descended allowing curtains of ebon to veil of her visors. Getting closer was the demoness of opaque blend; each scythe tore at the lithosphere�s surface. Amniotic, demented and acidic lyrics dripped from the vixen�s vulgar labios like poison.

. Enlightening the interloper by Takiar�s sudden appearance a demented tone rasped from the very depths of her vocal chasms, tainted by the harshness of her mind-set. Vulgar tinged words dripped with toxic were unconstrained; as was a sudden whip of her hind tassel sliced her edges, while fiery oracles observe the sketch of the foreigner � oh, someone�s touchy. Just a thought slipped the bitch�s mind.

�Did you not know a foreigner would face death, if they stepped upon this land? Did that ever penetrate your mind?�

. Oh, that was good. First job as Beta female � assist Animosity ridding of foolish wanderers. But who did she think she was, an interloper trespassing? Chestal cavity rose and fell as a callous, and arctic tenors laced within a snort rasped from the depths of her vulgar cordials. Fractioning rims reveal tinged dentals while stilettos tore the gravel beneath. The she-bitch etched closer to the foreign vixen while a course snap of her dentals was given, snatching at the atmosphere.

�Hmmm?�

. Mockery and hilarity laced her whirr while hind piston struck the lithosphere harshly irritated by the stranger. It was always like this � back where Takiar was born, always wandering pests entering her abode � it got how-you-say exasperating. Paper-thin inners flared abruptly flared for that matter, irritation pulsing through her body like it was a disease spreading like crazy. Antennas laced back upon noble skull of the virago as a knife-like grunt chafed her oesophagus. Some called her the hell-bent bitch though other�s called her hell�s advisor � Well, just picture an ebon form, framed and laced with the depths of hell � yep you got it. Satan in a sleek Thoroughbred form of a mare. Quaint.

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