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Date Posted: 04:47:34 12/03/02 Tue
In reply to:
Rose
's message, ".|. All Rose's Have Thorns .|." on 10:47:35 12/02/02 Mon
Oh what pain, what [ain what pain? And I ask that sarcastically. Our teeth are blunt, dear, not sharp-kinived razors eager to rip the jugular from every throat we come upon. Gp ahead, ignore the fact that you just claimed to dodge all of my attacks, and then killed me in yours. Interesting game you play, Rose, could it possibly be called, powerplaying? You have ignored the fact that my cranial peice was tucked low for the very purpose of protecting the jugular. An easy fact top forget. Now, you have gripped my nasil passages, and though our teeth hurt, and leave quite the bruise, they are not feline teeth, and they do not rip flesh. Now that we have that straightened out, and you are not surveying a bloody one, but one with a swollen nose.(hey it's the Brady Bunch look)I will knock that smirk from your face, for you cannot dodge every attack forever. She-beast strides once more forward, an attack which appears to be for the ribcage. Seconds before she should rise, she does, but not high enough for the feigned attack. Instead, fores dart forward, ami set for the tendon connecting the tender fetlock, and the hardened piston. Aim is true, and connection with flesh is felt, though damage is un-rated. Moon-washed fae pivots rapidly, an unnatural pose held for nay a second, beof rehinds are out, curving in a swift downward arc to strike now the joint of the knee. Flesh is felt beneath prodding touch, in fact, more than prodding, pounding, forceful. Cranial headpeice tucks, keeping she close to the shoulder of the female.
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