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Date Posted: 11:21:42 08/30/02 Fri
[soil is ripped and scythed by jagged daggers. it flies and tangles itself in ebon canvas,that which dyes the hide 'o' the wench that lacerates the terra so pugnaciously.stygian minx struts the land, fine haunch swinging confidently. she was in a good mood.jog slows, and vixen elevates ebonite crown, paper thin nares widening, sifting thru the scents that mantled the heavy air. dark occuli blinked rapturously and nares widened more, revealing pink lacing. squaw pivots wildly on raven hocks and stalks off in another direction. the rough wildgrass buffets 'er belly uncaringly, leaving marks on perfect peltage. fresh zephyr weaves its way 'tween singular nigrescent whipcords, leaving a flying tapestry 'o' coal threads. belligerently the mare drives on, umbraged pools deepening and widening exuberantly. she halts suddenly, talons tearing viciously into the sod mug is raised and intake of heavy air is made thru nasal passages. satisfied bob of the dial. she had smelt horses. smirk touches labarum, and jezebel forages on thru the hefty flora. gossamer flicks with each asperous stride. crania held high, saucers glance at blue welkin. plush is lowered abruptly,lamia makes but another sharp turn. gleaming carcass weaves it's way through dense foliage, and enters meadowlike topography. curving, scandalous smirk plays 'pon arabic visage. ethereal zenith turns slightly,embers take in lithosphere.she stalks the periphery unnoticed, orbics catching the light in twisted phlegmatism]
named paper cut
dubbed cut
sex wench
aged primed
lineage arabic
stain raven
persona find out for yerself
history nosy ain't we
[seductive smirk touches labarums as jezebel watches from the shadows]"so they think they're ready for me, do they?"[soft whisper emits from unclasped larynx]
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