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Date Posted:19:02:21 11/26/02 Tue Author Host/IP: 65.171.171.201 In reply to:
Athena
's message, "[a]lone" on 16:18:23 11/24/02 Sun
:bodice quivers as he thinks of the alabaster mare that is matriach over loam.
What was it with her? He was a fool, truly a fool. Visage is turned, mottled nares flaring to catch her scent. Pyramids flatten to skull as he forces himself to move away from her towards territory's edge.