Date Posted:19:19:33 04/01/02 Mon Author: ..Mohawk.. Subject: ..Bite me..
..Bite me! ..Ya do know that's merely an expression?..
.Mascu of dirty ebon stayed 'pon the lines of the terra firma. Infact, a ways off from it. Male had no intentions of crossing into another's terra without permission. He twas in no mood to be ripped to shreds. Power house pistons bent n'eath bulk frame, as bodice tis lowered. Patient twas brujo in these sorts of matters. Energy twas put to the side for now. Boa tucked t'ween hinds as skull tis placed 'pon massive paws. Soft sigh tugged at barrel, as dirty raven bird waited for his scent to linger 'pon the wind and to the alphas. No movement tis made. Flute listeners stretch to be placed 'pon poll, in respect as stance tis lowered also in grave respect. A death wish he hath not.
