<font color=99ccff face=verdana size=1>|Not to be beguiled|</font> -- The Mares' Caverns

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Date Posted: 16:20:51 05/25/02 Sat
Author: Guilty Innocence
Subject: |Not to be beguiled|
In reply to: [Wavecrest] 's message, "[I keep my word....]" on 15:46:40 05/25/02 Sat

|the deepest reaches of the caves, of which no sunlight can penetrate, are illuminated by no sun's bright ambassadors, but by the haunting echo of the long-unheard cadence produced by two sets of discs, gnashing at the infinitely smooth nadir, the inperceptible melody rebounding off refined flutes, the underlying timekeeper of labored inhalations and forced out-breaths serving as an incontiguous, aloof background murmur to the sprightly, drum-like song. outer rim of nasal passages distends considerably, though unseen in the thick, encompassing shadows of the darkness milling about in a silence overflowing with the eluding faces of sneering creatures. rapidly egressing perspiration cascades in lubricous, moisture-laden layers down a canvas of storm-gray flecked in places with alabaster to ivory to sterling-silver. lengthy tresses, gone awry in the defiant flight, glue their undersides to the dampened surface of the lorelei's slender concameration, hind plumage lashing at nothing but the blank atmosphere. the air lurking in the shadows and invading the somewhat mottled donna's travailing frame is heavy with the petulant dust of unuse and the rapidly advancing heat of mortal overexertion. lobes jerk languidly atop pate, resuming their positions as twin sentinels perched precariously amonst the flyaway tendrils of a self-blown forelock, catch the twist of meaning enclosed within the pursuing bronc's tantalizing vocalization, yet no yielding occurs, for convincion of this one is something one must work hard for...|

|i am not one to be trifled with, mind you; i take certain things quite seriously, for is not the decision of whom to give one's heart to a somber thing? a wrong choice could lead to my demise, as you may have already noticed, wily virile. indeed your proposals are enticing, but what shall happen when others are also lured into your harem? then will i become an old prize, one without the desirable shine of newness? answer this, dear bronc, and i shall decide...perhaps...|

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[Hurt, solid and pure. Wounds heal with time...] -- [Wavecrest], 17:06:19 05/25/02 Sat
- |I am falling...| -- Guilty Innocence, 22:46:53 05/26/02 Sun
  - [Shall we depart?] -- [Wavecrest], 08:27:02 05/27/02 Mon
    - |Flattery will get you nowhere| -- Guilty Innocence, 17:14:17 06/03/02 Mon