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Date Posted: 08:34:42 12/02/02 Mon
Author: Faux
Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.169
Subject: ...[.Games.]...
In reply to: Nokimo 's message, "..Mark'd One.." on 23:55:01 12/01/02 Sun

...[.Sculpted visage is titled, attention snagged from this demontress. Dark pools of black ice reflect morbid intentions as they become fixated 'pon he. Mug curls, ivory dentiles are revealed unsheathed. Faux never really did like males too much. She found them overrated and 'thick-headed'. Larynx vibrates with vocals; a snarl from chest cavity, but it is quickly swallowed. Hellion knew not of this mascu's importance, and she would not betray her judgement. Optics remain, cold and unforgiving, rested 'pon he, before loosing intrest, and drifting back t'ward the she-devil.

Onyx dipped audiables plaster 'gainst skull. Sizeable bodace weight is thrown 'pon haunches. Talons scatche the earth's raw flesh; a momentary pleasure. Fifth apendage lies motionless on it's bed of soil. Faux did not understand this evil, but it was welcomed. What creature was here? Intentions were fragmented. No, hellion didn't know these answers, but femme was not fear-struck. Come death, if that is this she beast's intentions, but Faux would not so much as quiver in 'fear'.

Ebony stained pelage becomes cursed with silver tinted gradations; a present from the moon. The dark aura lingered; corrupting she. Femme could feel this demonic disease injecting itself into her flesh and poisoning her mind, but oh how she loved it, and would endure. It was understood. This female hessian was the Queen of she. The Queen of others like her. The Queen of the Damned.

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