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Date Posted: 20:19:39 05/09/02 Thu
Author: Silicon
Subject: <>Watch<>
In reply to: Pachelbel Canon 's message, "Darkness" on 19:39:11 05/04/02 Sat

The ivory kon watched over the delicate bud, waiting for it to bloom. The cold liquid swept over the duo unprotected forms, both letting it run down their hides. The hessian tossed cranuil, soaken whisps of ivory feathers slashing against craned crest. Dublets flickered upon dome as a roll of thunder shook the heavens. Instinctively the brute drew in closer to the femmina, attempting to make his own body into some form of shelter for the lorelei. Yes, the two worlds seemed to clash, but in an odd way were only managing to combine...The bronc shifted his wieght uncomfortably, wanting the dove to hasten over to the large oak nearby for a resting spot. There was a layer of cushiony leaves beneath and the anchient and long limbs protruded upwards to a point where they would not be seen. Crytalline jewels fell from the leave tips as they swayed violently. The brujo nudged the femmina over to the spot of refuge where he desired to go to. But, however, the brute would not budge if the fem did not go aswell. The beast worried over the fem fore the chilled tears could bring a cold...A whicker came forth from palatte pleadingly, begging the femminique to rest under the oak.

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