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Date Posted: 05:12:10 02/23/02 Sat
Author: Symphony
Subject: {gyrate}

{Dainty yet capable fem gyrates about Tanner's harem, the Denalia Slope. It appeared no other members of his cadre were here so utopian would be left to get accustomed to this serene land in peace. As belle flits about, her pelt appears speckled; due to the small shafts of light that wormed their way in through the dense canopy. A sweet lullaby passes through prancer and out into the open; carried by the zephyr.

Then femina came to a clearing with no 'ceiling'; because of this it was fully illuminated. Plush of belle snakes forward, becoming clad in light; then the rest of doe follows. 'Tis there that she cavorts, sunning herself like a cat on a hot paving-stone. Miniscule nails of she manipulate the blades of grass which grow from the loam.

As time goes by femora's gullet becomes parched, so she trots of to find the famous stream which had given the area it's name. Though belle stops occasionaly to sniff the wild flowers which had begun to bloom. Her imagination was beginning to bloom too, and gradually she came out of her shell. At ease with just being around 'nature' and her shadow; even though she wouldn't have minded the presence of another deer.

Once the consuming of the aqueous liquid called 'water is finished, prancer turns to grazing. Ivories serve as a sythe and then a rake that collects the grass; before shovelling it into fem's maw, ready for digesting.

Then her marching through the valley to her own drummer continues. After a while though belle wishes for company, so that a game may begin. So she goes in search of another deer. Male of female it did not matter; nor did it matter if 'company' was elk or of the white tailed genre. Her small yet none the less present appendage, aka tail, flicks about her sinewy haunches as she frolics. Lobes do their bit too; swivelling atop convex poll of she, trying to detect the sound of a kindred being. Her facade a picture of innocence, keeping her inner boldness, which was like another soul, incognito. For it had only just emerged and was unsure whether to fully surface or shy away.}

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Ignore this post! Read the above (the font is too small) (NT) -- Rachel, 05:15:38 02/23/02 Sat