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Date Posted: 17:53:18 05/23/02 Thu
Author: Amyrah
Author Host/IP: 205.188.193.53
Subject: t a g
A moment for her thoughts was taken, an ear cocked back in thinking. She had not asked for a game of chase! Tag was the game she favored, and if the stallion wanted so badly to play games with her, he would let her choose which game to play. A briefing breath of hesitance had engaged before Amyrah returned his actions, incisors scraping carefully down Skajira's shoulder, never pinching. Delicate Arab head was pulled back and tucked into a pretty posture, ginger eyes blinking at him with absorption. Genuine enthusiasm. To play tag with a beast? What would it cost?
Absorption.. I used the thesaurus this time! And stole is an awesome word for shoulder *had to look it up* I hope that's what you were talking about, eh? Anyway no time to run spell check, gtg. *grin* This be fun.
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.·.intoxicating innocence.·. -- .·.azulfeugo.·., 09:06:02 05/25/02 Sat (209.206.150.190)
.·.patron's gaze swept curiously over butterfly ... or perhaps gossamer? pelt rolled over finely tuned muscles .. and perhaps aside of mirth, confusement lay also within blue sight .. alas! such a beauty did not fear him, so what was the hellion to do? but be swept up in the childlike nature of her aura of course! curled mug unfurling canines in displeased nature, a'fore talons bit upon earth in recognition .. he would teach her, but let this game go on for a bit ... let him test her fiber, her strength, her will .. what else had he to do? insicors reached out to trail delicately over fatale's undented form ... suprisingly gentle for such a predator .. a'fore he lept into the nocturnal sphere, leaping the bounds of time ... pursueing some unknown hell .. blue roan moved swiftly across 'scape, in escape of such intoxicating innocence.·.you ask for something that is not mine to giveand yet i shall break all the world to give it to you
you ask for something that is not mine to give
and with it doom me and all but you
why do you torment me so?
beguiling is not my type
shooo from my nest, my lair, my abode
before i break your wings
and no longer you can fly away of your own free will
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j o v e -- Amyrah, 19:25:17 05/25/02 Sat (152.163.207.203)
Thoughtful expression is displayed, again, before any movements are made. Little mare stood hushed on his footprints, attention inwtined in his fleeing figure. An arabic arch of the neck was assumed, piqued ears and tucked muzzle weaving in further thought. A petty snort and trot followed, melted to collected canter. What was he doing with her? She had expected the demon to react with fits of rage. Instead -- this.
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.·.honesty vs. insanity.·. -- .·.azulfeugo.·., 20:41:02 05/25/02 Sat (65.224.250.252)
.·.brujo was once more swept into delirium, pelt trembled ... daggers ravaging earth .. maw was flecked with foam, spirited shadow whirling suddenly upon hocks .. dust scurrying about pistons in aggitation .. of this femme he had enough, distempered was the azul creature and his patience had already thinned .. the line which he walked was thin, indeed ... one between sanity, and genius .. to which the male belonged was uncertain, but he would not capitulate to such a fledgling .. already to much of his time had been wasted .. talons found compensation upon loam, three beat cadence reached in retrieval of femme .. and powerful quarters thrust him along, a hellion without remorse .. let this tinkerbell bathe in her own blood, and visage snaked out as canines reached for their sable mark .. aim was honed, perfect, desicive ... yet it remained up to the femme's own skills as to whether or not blow was taken .. let's see this through, for i've not the time anymore to waste on idle threats .. was he not a fickle creature? ahhh, but of course he was ... schizophrenia was his name ... and an untempered psychosis was his game.·.and today`s lesson is:
honesty is the best policy
but insanity is a better defense
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s q u e a l -- Amyrah, 21:04:29 05/27/02 Mon (205.188.197.39)
Where was he aiming? I'm guessing he'd run up from behind her, eh? ;P
Harsh ivorines savagely rip through skin and tissue of her rump, innocent wound flooded with clensing blood of crimson hue. Little mare squeals, rageful thrusting of her hind legs seeking revenge and defence from his vicious attacks.
Better than nothing I never got to finish.
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l e a v e -- Amyrah, 20:47:27 05/31/02 Fri (205.188.193.29)
The mare lowers her head and stretches her neck, galloping far away from this demon.
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