| Subject: .:|Recoil|:. |
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Date Posted: 22:57:26 11/18/02 Mon
In reply to:
StarShadow
's message, "Shadow o' the starz" on 12:11:52 11/18/02 Mon
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My, oh my, what a wonderful day. My title would be Adder, and what would the herald angel call to you, my evening star? Mesdames, you are exquisite! Surely you will not be poisoned by my lethal spell; and fire and ice will match perfectly, or so they say.
Acciones
The brute knowingly suspends and rotates his visage against the time, revealing his jasper ocuoles to the fatale. The adder now recoiled from his placid stance, appendi bringing his nails up to brush against the ebon waterfall hanging behind his blood-stained flanks. He viciously whipped at a persistent flying parasite, keeping the whip raised above the vibrant jade underbrush. He again pushed his scull back above his withers, stones suspended on dangling pistons, poised and ready to strike the lawn below. He subdued, landing with one flint placed slightly forward towards the femme. The Adder proceeded to curl his bridge, shortening his frame and contracting his larynx. He snorted twice, then exploded into a prancing three-beat around the evening star, craning his dial to get a scent of her. His bodice seemingly slithered around the delgada, flints slicing through the fauna that dared to touch the traveling parts of this bronzed god. He again stopped, walking towards the starbord side of the fem once more. He stops again, and lifts his head up over hers, throat resting squarely on the top of her neck. He nips very softly at her flutes, and sighs. He returns to his placid stance, stepping away to graze.
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