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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 22:43:12 09/08/02 Sun
(*)Still towards him she dove, speeds esculating. So he prepared, or so he thought. Tried to read her attack, had he? Bad move...never think twice about anything this dragoness did. You'd almost never be correst. Spontaneous....sparatic. But as she always said...There's a method to my madness...and there was. Always would be. Logic was never far behind her meneuvers, but some lacked to comprehend that(*)
(*)His talons were splayed out above him, ready to greet her. But they were only greeted by her own, as she batted at them. And then, it seemed collision was merely seconds off, but strength had grown in her packed abdomens since the last ordeal in this territory. Without a thought, or a hint, the red's form swung backwards, rounding so quickly and elegantly it was breath-taking. A back-flip had been administered in mid-air and conquered successfully. But now for the real purpose. As her scuplted bod of blood came back to its starting point, all momented was brought to a halt, all except that of her tail. It was flying, hard, swift, and true towards the stomach of the opponent. Thrice, spears appeared on her long member, largest at tip, and then degressing in size from there. But how large that premier weapon was, and how cunningly it was moving. Pinions break out, out to mask the vision of that dragon, even as tail came forth....belly's certain doom.(*)
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