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Subject: [- asylum -] Author: [- Murder She Wrote -] [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:36:00 04/07/02 Sun [- Slender figurine sidles forth, body manuvering between thick drapery of tangled moss, inky shadows spilling across silvery pelt. Sturdy hooves clench against tainted earth, pillars almost trembling in the chilly spring breeze. Skull lifts daintily, arabic heritage plainly stated in dished profile. Thick mass of bone ivory trendils flow around hocks, cropped bush atop neckline the same hue. Elongated forelock dances before inky optics, a light shroud. -] [- Cautious femme glances about momentarily before exiting the thicket, youthful bodice gliding into the heavyly misted meadow, muscles tensing with the sudden idea of a hunt. Locating a small rodent, she halts, easily manuvering into a stealthy mode, motions well calculated, a vixen warrior. Sudden burst of speed allows lady daemon to stab the young hare with dagger-like hooves, the furry critter a nice sacrifice for a game of tag. -] [- Finding no further entertainment with the dead corpse, the mare wanders about silently, dark eyes always searching for someone to torment, something to abuse, a way to cause havoc and chaos, her favorite passtime. -] [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]