...aye... -- Sands of Sorrow

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Date Posted: 16:16:58 04/15/02 Mon
Author: Untamed Silhouette
Subject: ...aye...

Melodia 'scapes she, as the femoira entranced 'pon the lands o' Sands of Sorrow. Lancets carry she cross the terra, a trademark o' she as she waltzes 'long with a the gentle fingers o' the current o' a zephyr. Tainted crown lowers, apologies sent to Leyyahd Sirah, and the she-beast approached the brujo dubbed 'Tragic' for that he must be. Unguli guide she 'cross sands and as she nears the cazique, she slows, muzzle lowered, lobes innoble. Nares flaring, the femme briefly acknowledged entrada o' 'Candi' and circled the stallion, muzzle tracing his coarse bod. Plumage sweeping o'er posterior, the femme halted investigation at the neck o' he and nipped gently, laughter fleetingly passing through sphericals o' gold.

...You are heaven to an angel in hell, and hell to an angel in heaven...

Soft purr ends abruptly as the femme lifted regal crania, bodice brushing 'gainst barrel o' he. Scent lingers where she has been, pungent o'er the scentless sands. Tragic united with Sorrow? Oh, how riddles perplexed she for she uttered them too. Swiveling o' lobes 'pon crown announces interest in she, as the vix'n brought fore in front o' the brujo. Posterior now at his shoulder, the femmes back 'neath his crania, the femme brought countenance round and began to groom him 'pon the neck, pleasure o' his company engulfing she...

xxxWhy do I even try?xxx
.Untamed Silhouette.

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