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Naamah
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Date Posted: 23:24:19 06/01/02 Sat
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..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head…
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..
Winged highbred slowly enters acreage, sculpted dial bowed over life line as a simple act of instinct. A single lobe twitches backwards, a soft snort arising from larynx. Ginger gaze searches casually through the area for her young charge, the draclin. As the petite imp is sought, a quick glance backward is given, an idle search for her counterpart being given. Wings ruffle slightly, feeling a slight unease at the soon to be meeting of the young wyrm and shape shifter. A single brow cocks as the excited babble of the youngling is found, gaze following the never-ending string of dialogue. A smirk appears upon parched labrum as the remainder of the youngling‘s party is observed, finding yet another familiar face.
Quick strides lead hellion toward the group, physique being held proudly as advance is made. A soft nudge is delivered to the small mythic, the touch resulting in a loud shriek from the hatchling, and a quick nuzzle. Gaze falls to the fem River Heart, a soft nod being given.
..So I see that Skajira has lost a considerably amount of favor…I am glad to see you have made it out..
A mild smile is given towered the young silver blood, features softening considerably. No questions are present as to where her destination will be, yet the probability of invitation, should The Mine care for it, would be extended in time…
..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn’t You?..
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