Venom Kills -- The Pasture

A bay figure loomed in the brush. her sleek serpentine arched over her life tube. her dialated ebony paperthins flared from her mug as she broke into a two beat. her fluid movments were of a true warrior. bay hue horns struck to thier graves atop her crest. ay and ebony tinted limbs feilded into a blur as she shoved herself into a three beat. crimsom liquid dripped form her ebony daggers as she moved on around the pasture. She abruptly halted ehr carcass. boa still tucked over her vein, she ripped a harsh snort. she needed to regain herslef beofre entering back into the battlefield of hell. Running? No, Cobra never ran. She wa smerely resting, a good friend of hers was killed in battle, and it took its toll on her. usually this never bothered Cobra in battle, but for some reason, it did this time. crimson hued laterns darted around her physice, still on guard in case another followed her out. She had mere cuts and bruises, nothing too serious. Fangs finally revealed from under curled labrums. She thought of the weakly Pures she had killed so far. So many where there, so many had cuddled away as they entered. She knew deep down her grandmother was a pure once. perfectly sculptured visiage shook savagly at the thought. a single piston rose and plumeted down into the earths crust. She released a pericing cry of rage and triumph at the ame time.

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[ bloodclot ]	[ s a n g r e ]	10:31:25 07/05/05 Tue
Venom Kills -- Cobra, 11:07:35 07/05/05 Tue [ bloodclot ] -- [ s a n g r e ], 23:12:49 07/05/05 Tue Venom Kills -- Cobra, 16:29:36 07/06/05 Wed