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Contemplation So maybe I can make this place my home. Actions Blue Roan tinted dryad o' the purest o' mustang bloodlines ingresses 'pon the rough landscape residence of the Mountain area, pillars churning 'neath petite silhouette, chassis swaying rhythmicly with every movement, onyx daggers slicing the dying fauna below, , tangled tresses of ultramarine tones whip 'round physique of the hue o' aqua within the wild zephyr, dreads carressing sleek boa, banner arched high o'er haunches. Sniper 'twas risen, mirrors take in all different sights o' the domicile, tapered concaves rotate atop poll, nadirs dilate, revealing soft crimson flesh lining the insides o' cave walls as life-giving oxygen is inhaled as well as harmful carbon monoxide exhaled, a snort blasting from caverns as one o' estrogen looks 'round. Motions cease, all previous animation o' lanky stilts o' midnight decreased to naught but stationary position 'pon the litosphere, zenith held t'ward the atmosphere above, ashen maw parting to issue alto clarion from larynx, cat o' nine tails lashing flanks as well as kissing nightwashed hocks. Twin pinnacles tilt backward once, before swiveling sideways, and once again flicking f'ward atop regal dial, acoustic organs drinking in the vocals o' others, Duo dryad o' roan tinges tosses chiseled visage, tresses cascading o'er viper, tumbling down crest like that o' a rippling waterfall, ebon flints gripping the frondescence below as seraph awaits to meet o'ers, stygian hock-kisser slashing well-muscled haunches, nape bending 'round. Call me:Azulfeugo Measure me: 15.2 Age me: 3 See me: XX Place me: Stonehenge
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