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OCC-No, it's fine. I luv challenges
-IQ- The lashes hurt. But she wasn't half-elf for nothing. Holding tightly around his neck, she gripped harder. She leaned forward at his jump, pushing him head first down. She relaxed slightly, but almost got thrown off. Holding on tighter, she whistled, and the reached over and bit his ear with her mouth. (I was doing research when I found out that a certain group of Indians used this technique. It's suppose to work every time.... heheh.) +Thoughts+ Should have never got on. Going to get killed. Going to throw up.... arg! Yup, sick, I can't believe I bit it! All well.
Call me Rage for my name belongs to me alone. The demon cursed me a girl, and naught a boy. They say I'm sometimes cold but sweet and happy but bold and yet sensitive. My love for creatures is strong, for I am sociable. I've breathed for seventeen summers. I belong to no-one I hold the gift of the elves in my hand. ¡@ |