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Subject: .Dance the Arabian Rage.

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ZahirA

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Date Posted: 07:04:32 10/13/04 Wed
In reply to: Draco, Marchador, and Al-Hattal 's message, "Float on you worthless Wench" on 18:27:17 10/12/04 Tue

.tap or jazz.

Mistress had been lazily walking the outer rim of the Pasture lands. her bod seemed to be set on auto pilot yet she was shaken awake.
Her talons that conected her bulk to the topography had noted her of sudden movement. She was fully active in mere seconds as her dilated nares capture the wind. The smell of sweat, the msell of hate, all the wrong smells!
Her pillars moved quickly before her mind focussed as she rounded a corner yer voids informing her of the situation.
Giving herself no time to question any motives her bod was thrust forth, lobes laced.
Halt all acions now
She belowed, rage in her tones. It was a rare case that the docile mare could become enraged but this was a good situation for it.
her bulk was inchs from the group as she watched for second before throwing herself in beside the mare. She stood silently now her pearly fangs lashed at the brutes.
She stood beside the doe, not budging.
Give good reasons for your actions
She demands rapidly the icy spilling from her mug.

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Cloud	Cloud	16:03:55 10/13/04 Wed
ooc: -- Impy, 17:07:37 10/13/04 Wed .Dance The Arbaian Rage.[repost] -- ZahirA, 07:54:46 10/14/04 Thu