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Subject: _^_Nonsense_^_ Author: Last Consort [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:31:56 05/13/02 Mon In reply to: Briar 's message, "::Acknowledged::" on 08:11:37 05/13/02 Mon _^_Words catch in the deep caverns of cupped auds orics alight 'pon brother labrums curl in a false smile. Mind filled with morbid thoughts of a dismal past clear as orics alight 'pon strange steed yet once again. Indecisively vixen's muddled thoughts organize appendages regestir minds demands and carry vixen closer to he. Like poetry thin pelt holding a blueish tinge pulls taught over vixen's sinewy muscles. Orics oberve male gender through a thick curtian of ebon velvet. Sloping dial jerks to the side clearing vision of crimped tresses. Nares reaching full circular length, grasping various information gathering 'pon breezless twilight storing teasing scent of he to be remembered hence another meeting such as this. Labrums gather thoughts from a fumbling mind forming them into syllaballes and then words spitting them forth to be heard by twitching auds. Crisp but delightful a soothing rasping lullabye_^_ 'I am dubbed Last Consort, sir. The wind brings your name to me, Xanth? Quite dazzling, tis a pleasure to meet you' [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]