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Post by horselover1411 on Aug 1, 2006 18:27:15 GMT -5
\|Twin towers cascade upon the gentle dial of the steedly mountain. Maw wrinkles and pulls from stained ivories. Visauge shakes and tangled tresses laps upon cloud rimmed occuli. Liquid pools drink in the sweet intoxicating inquest before rolling back in distaste. She has chosen to depart then she must now do so.
Mass grudges forth pushing harshly between vixen. Sending his mare dubbed windsong to the side away from the Thestral standing in difance to her. Ivories push forth and labriums close around the crst of the bleached mare Tresses pulling into huis juggular he chokes on her flesh. Pulling back rocking onto great charred flanks the steed pushes back daggers pircing the air towards the dagraon femme. Plates pushing against shoulder hide, raking and grinding against stony flesh.
Vocals issue forth from tightend jugular as, serpent like, the steed bakes away planting dancing daggers upon the stealy hardend earth. "You are no longer welcome hear Inquest leave now quietly or be forced to leave." Heartstrings break with the cold words and venome drip from his teeth as distain is masqued over the hurt in the vibrations. "You have chosen to leave, then do so now!"
Visauge dances upon nape and towers remain in ruins upon gravework. Tangled tresses slap against his shoulders as his head weaves thearteningly whipchords lacerate the steely hide|/
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Post by london on Aug 1, 2006 19:52:43 GMT -5
Torso was pushed forward as the temptress made motion of a rear, daggers sliced the atmo and soon fell upon the blades of Balthazar. Nares flared as sheer whinney crossed the lands, slipping through sealed labrums. Bodice landed as vocals came forth, "Only after I finish my buiness here." Lyri were trailed with a long and daring hiss, produced from her cgae.
Petite and yet oddly muscular figure rose once more, only to fall ebfore the draken. Upper labrum shifted as to reveal dentals, touched in crimson. Such ivories clamped down upon the boa of Balthazar, attic jerking skyward in attempt to reveal the bronc's own ruby reds.
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Post by horselover1411 on Aug 1, 2006 20:06:54 GMT -5
\|The faint audible sound of his flesh ripping reaching the plasterd caverns. Visauge shakes as a soft ebb of pain issue forth from masticated boa. Crest rises up towards the heavens as daggers lift off the mother earth attempting to force the vexing maiden to pull off from his tangled tresses.
Shaking the viperd nape the steed pulls loose and cadence backwards is feltaway from the mare. Gaiting his approche the steed pushes flanks towards the femm and withing the gust of a wind, steely daggers lift from frozen geom and push against the one dubbed inquest's barrel pushing towards the unborn that may still lie within her womb.
Apendages once again plumit towards the terra and cadence is approched to place him yet again with dial facing the mare. Ivories bared and choping, Gravework flat and ooids rolled in dismay|/
((erk... not so good))
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