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HeLl SiNgEr
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Date Posted: 15:43:43 09/10/02 Tue
In reply to:
HaC
's message, "((Ahh school and doctor's.....stupid tendonitis!! I'm back)) ~¤~Growls of Warning~¤~" on 15:21:05 09/10/02 Tue
(*) A look, easily identified as appreciation, floated towards HaC, thanking him for his actions. She wouls have spoken, but a curdling shriek overthrew her vocals, but even that was stifled by the stoppage the drago's enamel had plagued her throat with. Her strength was slowly fading. So much blood had been lost. Had blood been water, they would be having the perfect duel of a mud pit. But it was blood...the fluid and source of all life. No, it was not a mud pit...it was a blood pit. Ocules sped in boreal revolutions, her body's misery to great to say. Fell forward, she did, the force against her hide to great. Resisting would ultimately result in the tearing of her throat. She would let that happen. It was time for this to be over, and her desire would be fulfilled. Paw pressed through his chest cavity, until talons pulse with the rhythmic beats of the distressed heart. With a grunt of a warrior, her arm was drawn out, palm pregnant with the beating force of the dragon physic. She pulled until she heard arteries snap, veins loose elastic-abilities, until the muscle was an independent feature. And then she waited, palm throbbing, waiting for both, pumper, and beast to fall to her....before she fell to suffication(*)
T-time..t-t-to....die....
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