| Subject: // feel his wrath \\ |
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Ahriman
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Date Posted: 16:23:50 10/17/01 Wed
In reply to:
Black Light
's message, "Arab SNorts loudly>>>" on 16:46:20 10/16/01 Tue
// at the audacity of the other, his anger erupted. Bellowing his deep call forth, he snorts, pawing at the terra-firma 'neath his broad carries. The enamels of the other were barely noticed, however such, slightly felt & he returned them quickly. Who did he think he was messing with? The Serpent of Darkness waited patiently for his moment to strike, & such he had now found! Bitterly his luminescent optics shimmered - pride in himself, his royal heritage, & the soul beside him was strong ; he would not stand back & let this pathetic excuse of a male cross his path undaunted! Retaliation was the only way to restore what had been recently lost! With incisors bared, a growl rumbled forth - rolling dolefully off taster & across velumen lips, a snarl. Snapping at the ebon pelt of the opposing, the viper strikes with rigor precision - ahhh, he tastes rich blood! Heavy drums slice through the air, searching for contact of svelte pelt against their razor edge ; inky-black feathers whipping at the wind whilst dark plumage rips dangerously into own sturdy haunches. Wild, maniacal gleam takes over orbs, rolling whites a show of incredible tenacity. He had been touched but once & reacted in such a way to be respected if path was crossed ever again! Tossing his brawny skull, Friesian boar charges yet again upon the futile threats of the lesser. He shall not be challenged, for his fighting spirit would never die! Success rests within the eyes of the beholder & true to his soul, he would forever reign supreme ; with such a heritage, he had no reason not to boast! And just as soon as the fury of the tornado arose, it died down. No longer was the diabolic gleam seen within now chocolate orbs of placidity. Turning away from the male, his attention rests upon she, Widow-Maker. He felt forevermore guilty of his ways & would do anything to make it up to her. However, if the other male ever came within range again...death would surely become of him. The beast had been witnessed - what was now hidden could always be released! Victory was forever in his heart & frequently in his thoughts...when would come the foolish one? One had been seen & easily put in his place ; who's next?! Hopefully ~ none would be bold enough to try, for the risk was far too high! Vermilion lining is seen in succession of flaration, nares pick up scent of feminine once more & attention returns to she. With his business done, he snorts to her - onward they would go...back to their practically vacant throne-lands. Never would one be stolen from he! But, slight amount of respect was given to one who had tried...with a nod, steel-laiden limbs shove muscle-frame bod regally forth in pursuit \\
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