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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 15:41:57 09/07/02 Sat
(*)The dragon was indeed quite quick, equally powerful. But his mascul mass, would plague him still, adding weight, though healthy, would hinder his flight. But now was not the time, he was no longer heading toward her, they had met, and the sharp prings of his grappling talons, reminded her. Wind was felt fleeing past her auds, as the force of him, brought velocity between them. But she would not fall, she had done that before, and it could have been fatal. Not now, not by this thing. Official call of battle, slips between bared enamel, lips rolled back to present all of their killing worth. The sound crackles in the bloody skies, jolting the energies that were possessed there.(*)
(*)Wings flare out, slowing, but still and quickly they traveled. Her tail was ready to work, spears pon it swelling, and that it did. In quick swipes and punges, it took to the destruction of flesh between bone, of his four-digit flighters. Turbulence would not be far from her deeds, as she used most power to flip up, pulling away from some of his grasping, red liquid flowing from tears. But on top, now, the fem was and would stay until ground was reached. Instruments of flight closed, speed was growing in her dead weight. It would not be her back to break, this day, and not her heart to be pulled forth. Fierceness growing, talons ravaged at his soft underside, and powerful jaws took to his neck, pressure applied lonely on the clamping of the mascul's esophogus--the transporter of the body's vital air.(*)
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