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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Jul 17, 2007 4:30:39 GMT -5
Velveted mug was cast to the silks of azure as he moved on,perfectly balanced despite his precarious position.Vocal chords twisted and contracted to let a deep bugle ring out,calling any herd less mares towards the steel hued Quarab.Once the last deep note escaped and fled to the atmos mug was lowered and pressed to his cage,to await a response.  |
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Post by treasure on Jul 18, 2007 19:01:02 GMT -5
The Flaxen fae trotted throughout the fields, her banner held high and her boa arched. Her medium blaze cut along her face in a beautiful touch. She raised her vocals and called back towards the stag.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Jul 18, 2007 23:27:54 GMT -5
Cage inflated,bringing up his posture as deep bugle was answered,with the sweet call of a dove.Pistons were elevated well above their natural momentum,an elegant pose.
Morning,m'lady..I be Polaroid of Tokare Falls.M<ay I know of your blessing? |
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Post by treasure on Jul 19, 2007 14:53:50 GMT -5
The slim flaxeb fae halted afew feet away from his muzzle. You may, My blessing is Sienna. She spoke her name like it was nothing, because she didn't like it. It was a name given to her by her mother, a name given by scum. She did not wish to be called such a thing.
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