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| | nymph studies the beast as he studied them. cheshire grin fades into the corners of her face, allowing him ruin her scowl she had had going. as he apprached she snapped her maw teh bulk of her form. carbon is blown on the proboscus of he, exchanging the scent of life. the twins are watched and as he introduces himself she smiles at the way for daughters facials would contort to follow hers. the colt was a softer genre. perhaps they had been switched at birth. him from a softer mare. shame if it was true. her velveteen connector brushes against the haunches of both beast for them to run and jump and skip and fall. for her and ghost had yet to talk. | tragik the sunlight of negro with a touch of ivory sewn to the single soul of ghost | well. we have yet to chat. what to do with the twins. they will need training. a feat for any who want the job. they could have it if they wanted. | |
| | lithe carcass moves through the shadows, following his beckoning mother. carbon leaks from his duct of life in boredom. pelt rippled over his flexing muscles. audits roam atop his cranium deciphering all the signals that floated past his crania on the wind. the programming of his mind allows he to ponder the thoughts of why he had to live. the spoiled thoughts of his dam had flooded his mind, poisoning it, for eternity. mind set wanders as he falls behind his dam. a snort erupts as he finds himself separated from the mother. scattering bark and soil as his scaffold propelled him towards she, auditorials flitting from his chamber that held all restricted thoughts he had had time to accumulate in his short time on earth. | crime scene cursed the stain of ivory with henna kissed by flames blessed not by parents the ghost and tragik | dad? what fun to know your dad. for his mother had not. after his mother had ushered him away he had run and brushed against the towering frame of the virile. his bad. thought wander as he mauls his sister. tag. your it. and no tag backs. | |
| | malicious grin is the main attraction on the facials of the younger wretch. a smirk replaces the grin as her long limbs fold and unfold beneath her, keeping her framework from crashing into the solid earth. the emerald adds cushion as her scythes absorb the prevalent stress that could be oppressed on her fragile cannon bone, still growing and molding to fit it’s need. final breath is taken before her corpse collapses at her dams feet, a content sigh escaping from her chamber. audits swivel as thoughts travel through her new and clean mind. the molding had begun on the way to her “home”. the way her mother had treated those who tried to greet them on their itinerary to the estate. | seclusion the pigment of a painted doll, the paint rubbed off in spots not claimed by the ghost and tragic never to be sewn to a soul that roamed this world | I wanna have fun before bedtime. shame I have a bad case of insomnia now a days. and I wanna just lay down and never get back up. | |