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Date Posted: 13:38:13 05/16/02 Thu
Author: Naamah
Author Host/IP: 163.150.18.12
Subject: Consideration
In reply to: Skajira 's message, "-*-revelation-*-" on 09:04:18 05/14/02 Tue

..Ever Hear That Voice Inside Your Head..
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

Cranial lowers slightly as masculine approaches, globular lobes pulling against crown. A low, warning hiss is sent toward the masculine, his presence too close for comfort. Dark gray annexes flutter slightly at hellion�s sides before unfurling slightly, attempting to cast the male away.

Drab proboscis trembles slightly as the shape shifter sashays out of view, then in again. A single, domineering step is taken forth, a low grumble being sent toward the masculine.

.Be forewarned, should I go on with you, I will not tolerate compulsory, weather it be on your underling�s part, or your own..

A criminal smirk crosses over labrum as haunches meet the fertile earth, long extremity coiling, much like a snake, along side the hellion�s side. A dark air crosses over features, a harsh snort arising.

..Test not my limits, however few..

Devious smirk again finds it�s place upon parched labrum, imp finding her legs, and lifting her minimal mass from the terrain. With a short step, dial is butted against brute�s shoulder, fangs unsheathing to administer a soft nip. Bod runs the length of this brujo�s, movements evocative.

With a flick of the dial, femme has left male's side, long strides carrying fem fatal toward the lands of this brujo, a smirk adorning lips.

..You Thought It Was All In Your Head, Didn�t You?..

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-*-Understood-*- -- Skajira, 15:16:20 05/17/02 Fri