Slipped silently into the familar terrain that the female has once roamed 'pon. Concaved visage is craned upward, fiery orbicals skimming the broad field in search of her hateful prey. Unfinding the bas-terd, dissapointed grunt is released, petite form drooping slightly. Her 'hurt' is hidden, though, as blood-hued frame wanders forward toward a small meandering stream. Opticals swervel always, in look out for her tormenter...or the one she torments...either way is the same. Crescent auds scan the atmosphere, while caverns inhald deeply. He has not been present for much time. Too bad. Just too bad.

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• .guess who has a stalker?. -- Scaromeo, 19:13:07 02/03/02 Sun
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    • .vague surprise. -- ScaRomeo, 15:03:33 02/06/02 Wed