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Date Posted: 16:48:38 04/21/02 Sun
Author Host/IP: 66.43.228.22
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Cry of Conviction
's message, "¤Convicted¤" on 12:10:27 04/21/02 Sun
. . .There Is Naught To Fear But Fear Itself. . .
. . .And Fear Has Arrived. . .
. . .efforts 'o brute t' throw 'er off are resist'd, frame press'd 'gainst 'is own, ivories sinkin' e'er deep'r into equid flesh. meanacin' snarl doth escape through clench'd enamals as bronc's flailin' figure doth pin 'er gainst th' earth 'neath 'im an' scramble on 'er part doth take place as grip, loosen'd by 'e, is regain'd. presence o' second equid doth be sens'd at 'er approach though time to prepare is not present'd. enamals o' other are felt 'pon scruff, accompaini'd by pain as beast doth step backward, pullin' 'er off balence. grip on flesh o' brute 'neath 'er doth be tighten'd, releasin' 'er grip 'pon 'im an' awaitin' th' female to tear 'er way. as such doth 'appen flesh doth be torn from figure o' male, fleckin' crimson all 'round. frame o' canine falls t' th' ground 'tween th' two animals, moement immediately possessin' limbs, weavin' out o' th' way o' flyin' talons, catchin' single blow in th' side dispite 'er precautions. she doth stumble with force o' such 'fore standin' solidly once more. throwin' 'erself once more, fem' lands 'top female equid this time, leavin' th' male to Obsidian. . .ahhh 'er own race. . .what fun. . .'avin' land'd furth'r forward on th' female, ivories doth lose no time in buryin' themselves into th' loose flesh 'round vital juglar vein. rumblin' growl 'mitts. . .ne'er tangle with what you can't 'andle. . .
. . .You Can Run. . .
. . .But You Can't Hide. . .
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