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Date Posted: 06:47:09 09/15/02 Sun
Author: Space Oddity
Subject: . personality crisis .

*Bruja returns from sabbatical, slender appendages carrying demonically elegant musculature over the withered terra. Neck arches, velvet muzzle tucked to chest cavity, fathomless oculi sweeping the area. Gaze falls upon the clusters of self-proclaimed hellions, seeking out the unquestioned leader of the band. Satanic brute is located, and respectful nod of acknowledgement is given. Halting, torn and ragged lobes swivel atop rounded poll, dual-hued hide gleaming beneath the few rays of disfigured sunlight that manage to sneak into the domain. Brackish ivories click quietly; though the sound is minute it seems explosively loud to her own hearing. Blackened labrums curl back o'er incisors as the acrid, metallic taste and scent of bloodshed and rivalry reaches her senses. Lone dagger is raked over the browning vegetation, uprooting several blades of dead grass and clumps of earth. Weight is shifted, haunches sending the temptress from her stance of repose into a slow, aimless amble, moving closer towards the grouping of femmes. Plumage lashes once against hindquarters before returning to its previously 'plastered' position. Estrus was evident, even her brief absence had not been long enough to mark it's passage and end. No, she was still in cycle, and it was near agonizing. Irritable snort was given to those around her, almost a warning to any rogue studs inhabiting these lands of death. She stills all movement once more, lurking among the outskirts of the gathering, almost hoping for some attention from the designated ruler, but believing it too pointless to even entertain the thought. As king, he would have far more important duties to attend to than her, no?*

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(.inquire.) -- (.The New Satan.) (.Tremble at the throne of thou king.), 11:43:48 09/15/02 Sun
- . slow burn . -- Space Oddity, 04:45:53 09/28/02 Sat
  - (.immediate reaction.) -- (.The New Satan.), 11:07:37 09/28/02 Sat
    - . ashes to ashes . -- Space Oddity, 13:13:44 09/28/02 Sat