(.flamed kiss quarters tuck under slender physique, scythes tearing at thy soft loam. tea cup muzzle tucks to breast, twirls o' fire swirling off o' boa. mahogish chasms glance to thy approaching sons, rapidly increasing speed. no where to go 'cept forwards as thy child places light touch 'pon one's hind, however this deversion they made merely helped she. once tagged thou vixen pivots t'wards Zues, beckoning thy other to come along.)
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