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Date Posted: 16:27:47 04/09/04 Fri
Author: Understatement
Subject: x.x dripping with irony and sarcasm just for you

x.x A lactsescent mug ascended into the cutting wind, scenting an approaching storm. The juvenile banshee had no qualms with it like most fillies would, for she had been alone the greater part of her young existance. The finely chiseled countenance of alabaster was expressionless, atramentous occuli scouring the terrian scrupulously. Her pristine, pallid hide slid without a hitch over her not-yet two-year-old tendons, pinions shifting her closer to the main topography of Dark Evergreens. Ebon talons halted her in an open habitat, the heavens milling and brooding darkly, clouds growing heavier by the moment. The chilling gust picked up, howling viciously through the stands of conifers and whistling over the grasses. Understatement's platinum tresses whipped against her crest and flanks, whirling and dancing with the chinook. Abruptly, the stygian skies were illuminated by a blinding flash of white and violet light, a loud clap of thunder following closely behind it. As the harsh tattoo of driving rain reached the minute, phantom maiden, she snorted, seeking company and perhaps some shelter to outlast the tempest that raged around her ghostly colorless aura.

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