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Subject: (*)A strong presence conquers the little gathering, as a massive demoness, clad in her rubied hide, appraoches parting the air in her hell-bearing wake(*)

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HeLl SiNgEr

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Date Posted: 17:07:43 08/11/02 Sun
In reply to: Blackest Soul 's message, "~*Smirks*~" on 19:54:33 08/10/02 Sat

(*)the dragoness came from behind the newcomer, her arrival, slow, astute, and thought-provoking. Ocules, bathed in opal ablaze, studied the dragon, wide nostrils flared as a certain something was drawn from him. Dismissing it from point, but not from mind, she brushed passed him, baring muscles rippling with every flex and reacting contraction. Weaponed member of surplus length, swung dagerously close to his brow, as it follwed its mistress past the being. Finally, after numerous nods to those already of her herd, and a cautionary look toward her back-up's lair, her sleek, murderous form of a darkened beauty turned towards him, haunches settling, but anatomy still on alert. Scales of the crimson beast remain slick and hard, and muscles strung and ready. In a smooth, fluid-like bellow, her rustic but respect-demanding vocals spilled from her bled lips, rumbling in her bossom and disturbing loose debris littered at their paws(*)

You've caused quite a gathering and comotion here, dragon. Quite a gethering indeed. I've seemed to have missed a good lot, even the presence of my Back-up, which I can feel most predominently.

(*)pausing, and gathering more breath from her heated dwelling, her tongue shoot out, teasing the surrounding molecules, as a deep breath shot spurs of flaming eruption from her nostrils(*)

But I'm sure I will be promptly caught up. Who are you, and what is your business in my lands?

(*)her optics remained on him, unwavering and daring him to say the wrong thing, or something even the slightest bit threatening. Tail of spears tapping against her grounds, her auds awaited a response(*)

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