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Date Posted: 19:33:47 12/07/03 Sun
Author: Kissin' Death
Subject: XoXoXo's Have Got Nothing On Her
In reply to: DOT 's message, "ime's only Mistress (SHAZ, KISS, WHOEVER ELSE)" on 15:30:25 12/07/03 Sun

X0XO The fire ktouched femme smiled cooly. She sidestepped, quickly and ungracefully, tripping over herself. She shook her head, the pain in her shoulder bearing into her mind. Darkness took her, it swarmed around the pain, beating at it. A small light flickered and died, the pain had been pushed from her mind. SHe grinned viciously, her muscles screamed in the effort it took her to rear and throw her diamonds at the other. XOXO

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[> .sanity is the madness preferred by the majority. -- .the.sandman., 20:02:10 12/07/03 Sun [1]

.normally silent burja bears malevolently down upon the two, throwing himself aimlessly between the clashing mares with the swiftness of a sparrow.the ebbs of the attacking femme drug themselves across the left side of his neck, barely missing the vital juggular vein.crimson fluid was instantly discharged from the wound, running rapidly down his fores.occs swivel as vision is blurred.the pale steed shakes his cranium in an attempt to temporarily fix this.upon regaining of bearing, he turns to meet the face of this fae.crane arched over the sight of his wound to safeguard against damage to his juggular, he bends slightly as the knees, assuming battle position.he makes tight circles about the mare, occuli cold as ice.he was ready for anything.

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