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.c.o.n.t.e.m.p.l.a.t.i.o.n.
Home sweet home.
Well...I guess it's home, anyway.
Don't know about "sweet."
I don't exactly believe in that word...

.a.c.t.i.o.n.s.
Frost-bitten succubus ingresses 'pon the kingdom, sinew-lined fulcrums o' ice emulsion rising and falling 'pon the emerald blanketed topography, torso swaying rhythmicly as bitch moves forth at a steady gait, neither brisk nor lagging. Coral knives slice the water-logged fauna, soaked by the slush and ice that had just turned to naught but liquid thanks to the golden rays o' the flaming sphere that hung high above within the stratosphere, casting it's warm radiation o' heat all throughout the domain. Serpentine o' pure Arabic 'ppearance crests, chiseled zenith tucked close to underside o' curvature, tapered harks rotating atop skull, acoustic organs catching the many different sounds o' the area. Iced cat o' nine tails arches proudly o'er vanilla-sprinkled rump o' vampiress, tangled whipcords o' mixed snow and silver hues caressing snow-kissed flanks as banner drapes o'er rear o' bitch like that o' a halo o'er an angel's head. Taut muscles ripple 'neath albino ensemble o' wytch as limbs continue to pump 'neath bodice, tallons tearing the rooftop o' Hell to pieces without little or no thought. Motions suddenly cease, muscled haunches rolling to allow animation to decrease, mass supported 'pon all four suspension units o' toneless hussy as all previous movements become naught but a stationary position 'pon the lithosphere. Liquid pools o' ink flicker, shifting within their cages to reveal alabaster colouring within retinas, cursing in unholy mind as muscles o' bitch spasm 'neath crystal discoid, taking the impact o' the sudden kick issued by the young liberi that was already beginning to grow within barrel o' minx. Paper-thin nadirs expand, inhaling life-giving oxygen as well as exhaling harmful carbon, allowing several puffs o' carbon to leak from ventiduct o' shrew and escape within the atmosphere. Flutes flick backward slightly, allowing themselves to become buried within the tangled nest o' ghostly tapestry sprouting from poll o' icy diabla, viper extended downward, mug nearing source o' vegetation, ashen kissers flipping backward to unsheath syringes, jaws gripping ahold o' jade chutes, beginning, pulling them from their rightful residence within the virgin sod, the grazing process beginning, banner snapping finely-developed haunches o' wytch, entangling 'round ashen hocks.]]

[.Information.]

[devil in disguise] .dubbed. [devil in disguise]

[arabic] .lined. [arabic]

[bleached] .hue. [bleached]

[naught but real scars] .scarred. [naught but real scars]

[six years] .witnessed. [six years]

[bitch] .genre. [bitch]

[15.2 hh] .measured. [15.2 hh]

[eminem] .romance. [eminem]

[lost sin] .offspring. [lost sin]

[eagle peak] .domain. [eagle peak]

[.Honours.]
.q.u.e.e.n. .o.f. .e.a.g.l.e. .p.e.a.k.

.c.o.m.m.a.n.d.e.r. .p.o.s.i.t.i.o.n. .o.f. .t.h.e. .r.e.b.e.l. .l.a.n.d.s.

.n.u.m.b.e.r. .f.o.u.r. .p.o.s.i.t.i.o.n. .o.f. .t.h.e. .t.o.p. .f.i.v.e. .h.a.r.l.o.t.s.

'Cause I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am. Radio won't even play my jam. 'Cause I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am. I don't know, it's just the way I am.

.�.'Cause I am, whatever you say I am.�.

.�.Albino buck o' but only a few hours o' age continues to nurse greedily, minute dial remaining tucked 'neath the underside o' dame, snowy bottlebrush flicking against lithe haunches. Tea-cup flints remain planted lightly within the quagmire o' the forest below, light weight o' young gangsta evenly supported 'pon all four spindly stilts. His hunger satisfied for the moment, newborn bronc withdraws tiny zenith, small indicators flicking atop poll, dark occuli bright with curiosity as the colt looks 'round the forest, scanning his surroundings. Tiny caverns quiver to allow a light snort bo escape from ventiduct, rubber-like labios seperating to allow a squeal to errupt from voicebox, auds flicking atop skull. Gaze settles 'pon the brawny, much larger torso o' the ghostly murderer standing before the petite frame o' he, small pate held aloft 'pon nape, dark mirrors full o' curiosity and wonder. Bravely, boa snakes forth, mug slowly extended t'ward the elder bull, iv'ries unsheathed to place a barely felt nip 'pon left fore-appendage o' sire, before newborn lets loose yet another squeal, fulcrums moving clumsily to allow newborn to amble t'ward mother figure once again, gaze shifting t'ward she for few moments, before attention settles 'pon the pallid charger once again, a light snort escaping nasal facilites.�.

.�.If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?.�.

[lost sin] .creed. [lost sin]

[arabic] .heritage. [arabic]

[albino] .canvas. [albino]

[naught] .scarred. [naught]

[a mere few hours of life] .witnessed. [a mere few hours of life]

[tyrant] .cursed. [tyrant]

[eminem] .sire. [eminem]

[devil in disguise] .dam. [devil in disguise]

[eagle peak] .domain. [eagle peak]