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Date Posted: 11:12:47 06/15/09 Mon
Author: Kosses
Subject: (*)Unrecognizable (*)
In reply to: Black Ice 's message, "::Demon's Stealth::" on 04:52:22 06/15/09 Mon

(*) The female had remained stilled, bracing each stifled kick the deer attempted to make. She held fast, refusing even to let go once Ice had found the battle to be won. Her eyes moved from the deer�s to Ice�s and watched her tongue loll out the words, �finish him.� She could see a darkness clouded in her eyes but thought nothing of it other than the own eyes probably issues the same. Finish him. It was a thrill to take another creatures life. Her maw was already drenched in his warm blood. It pooled delightfully in her mouth. It was asking nothing for her to twist his neck and pull out a large junk of it. The air from his lungs struggled through the blood, making sounds that could haunt nightmares. His eyes rolled back into his head, his body went completely limp, the quivering ceased, and he was dead. Kosses face was no longer recognizable splattered with blood and life. Her fangs still held back the lines of her lips, her nose wrinkled in ferocity. She was no longer the gentle creature she had once been. She was blood hungry, weary, and cruel. (*)

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Replies:

::On Thin Ice:: -- Black Ice, 11:40:08 06/15/09 Mon
- These Exiled Years -- Greyn, 13:15:53 06/15/09 Mon
  - (*) Sup Home Dog? (*) -- Kosses, 08:33:29 06/16/09 Tue
    - ::Don't Mess with Me: -- Black Ice, 09:28:03 06/16/09 Tue
      - These Exiled Years -- Greyn, 17:10:08 06/16/09 Tue
        Re: New Scents -- Krenia, 18:10:09 06/16/09 Tue
        (*) Rust is Boat Canver (*) -- Kosses, 08:39:00 06/17/09 Wed
        ::I haven't Forgotten You:: -- Black Ice, 09:43:00 06/17/09 Wed
        Muted Ways -- Krenia, 06:57:32 06/22/09 Mon