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Subject: /=/ Odds /=/

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/=/ �ipithis /=/

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Date Posted: 18:24:57 09/07/02 Sat
In reply to: HaC 's message, "~�~Movement~�~" on 17:27:19 09/07/02 Sat

/=/ Two on one.
Bad odds. No matter.
Defense.
Strike back.
Tail whips out at dragon,
as he departs from under.
Shifting blades, just knicking red pelt.
Blood falls.
Plunders, from neck.
Front and rear.
But front was of importance.
Tail, full of
serrated
somethings,
force themselves to the Queen's
underbelly.
Giving her the same pain
the open wounds and
blood flow
created on
his
belly.
Loss of blood.
Loss of position.
Pinions tucked in safety.
Strong spine could take the collision.
Ground.
And that's what it did.
Deep in the ground his form was pummeled.
Spine cracking and creaking.
Not broken.
Lucky.
Weight of dragoness still heavy coming.
He could not leave this temporary cell
until
weight
was lifted.
Till then...fight.
Tail keeps at its game.
Aiming for wings, now
His already torn.
Useless?
Maybe. He did not know.
Not until the weight was lifted.
Breath was shortening.
Get her off.
Get rid of her heart.
Unatural growl.
Talons of paws rip at the
visage of she.
Raping the eyes,
the snout,
the jaw.
Bites take at her neck.
End of tail, pointed wisely.
Jams against the space,
the space between
the breast plates.
Behind them...the
Heart.
Weapon gashing between breast plates.
Will gashing towards red's heart. /=/

/=/ �ipithis /=/
---His Will---

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Author: Ruby [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 18:34:27 09/07/02 Sat She dives into the ground, pain enveloping her as she pummels at a diagonal into the male. Her teeth clamp down on his neck. One thought is in her mind: Save the Queen. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]