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Date Posted: 12:32:06 10/19/03 Sun
Author: Catastrafy
Subject: =*Bloody The Fallen Sun*=
In reply to: Azriel 's message, "-Azure Bound-" on 16:53:39 10/18/03 Sat

=*An iniquitous grin erupted upon the length of the bruja's crimson lips, partly from amusement, partly from the welcome sensations bestowed on her, and partly in agreement with the azure brawn. The forked tongue that repeatedly stroked a beared canine, steep with inches, represented the agreement part of it.*=

Did you ever stop to consider the obvious peril of this...this whim?

=*He was, after all, a block of meat on four legs. Four legs that could be easily broken. A block of meat that could be easily devoured. It might be different if he was something other than what he stood as. A pegasus, or a unipeg. Anything. The presence of power and the potential of magik, or elemental qualities in one's blood always made her think twice on what was to be classified as 'meal'. But there were no wings upon his spine. No weapon to adorn his crown. Just four hooves, on four legs, under a block meat. A snort flew from her nostrils, barrel minimizing some, thoguh hardly for the muscle that laid beneath. But oh well, as a potently decored whip moved from the sight of the scorching sun and into a speck of shade. Sadly, this was not her call, and weary, daring eyes had no choice but to float to her Lead's visage. As her wicked beau had made clear, it was up to RAGE. But one last inquiry wouldn't hurt...it might even sway her thoughts on the matter.*=

And just out of curiousity, who was your son?

=*Feline ooids, thick in a Dark dragon's spirit, peered down at the stallion, though she laid in rest. A nasty mood he had met her in, but the fey was willing to be civil for the moment*=


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