| Subject: ))Counter Thy Movements(( |
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((O Fortuna))
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Date Posted: 15:50:29 02/13/03 Thu
In reply to:
]..Cheime..[
's message, "]..Charge be made..[" on 14:01:27 02/13/03 Thu
Taking heed to other's agility, 'e cries with hidden valor, rushing in amoungst the tangle o' masses. Crimson leaks from he, but to no fatal extent...The first blood was drawn, but frame his form nicely, it did. Twisting 'is curvature in a vile snap and twist, though tresses ripped from others latched ivories, 'e frees himself, thy harm be avoided to intended extent. A snarl-like grin plays 'pon his oily lubes, the smile o't death rumbling away the towers o' all...Shakes his crown, curvature arching o'er the trespasser, locks falling down in a tangled mess, sticking together with red glue as pain shoots through 'is veins, 'is senses, the dire grip o' a devil's claws that, like a substance of addiction, has him in its loathsome grasp. He would not escape, he felt lust for more. Chasms o' phantom roll in rage, thorns one with the clumped fluid thatched now like a life mark into 'is boa...He raises up, daggers o' maw and piston raised for a blow...thrice he planned, one to the cranium o' the other, a rip o' flesh, and if both failed or became brushed away, a flip o' 'is sinewy boa and hardened dial below, and the challenger would soon be at dismay with a blow to the lower jaw...The Damned Stallion bellows from gaping nares a quick yet deafening snort as 'e comes down, talons certain to make the counter attack...
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