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Post by Dreamweaver on Oct 18, 2005 22:33:03 GMT -4
Alright you two, post your battle below and the Royals will judge it as it happens. Only post 4 times each, anymore will not count. Good luck to the both of you and may the best 'quine win!
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Post by Classic Touch on Oct 19, 2005 15:07:07 GMT -4
sepia tains of the she slipped meshed as it slid hidden from evergreen thickets, dihram ambled forth mercivly, smile curled into plan smirk. SLim cage intracted in exhail, plush hide rippled and jerked curvature forth and slid back in rocking motion. 'pandages lazily aloft and pivoting benith petie bod. Appandix at mere sway in blank fashion of the tilts of the earths bed below her. Plummage ly limp 'top her hocks, opline tipped harks flickering forth and clipped back, bolted atop poll as locks caressed topline. Dentals bore as she had stiffly tugged closer in pleased manner.
you best be ready for defeat wrench
she snarled, lip curling unrully. as she began to encircle the femme Teasingly. Dome crained 'round in abrupt motion. pistons dancing in ballet as they collected benith fragial bodice. Lounging forth locks fell, cascasding so she strained to aim for target. Tones flushed in screaching blankness as disturbed bellows of 'mammels round the pair seemed now to ceace. Enamels held origonal postiion, snaking round in annoyence as she neared, heels kicked up, fores lofting skyabound in return. Nymph aimed, targeting the she, elegant mask now shown jovial barings. Lone fore was veering round to aim for the banshees barrel. a verry sensitive spot must she add. What a warm greeting no? Gloss surfaced within occuli, babe shifting weights as she was checked into the land. crani Uneasily swaying in a bob sort motion, frantic squeels of excitment and rival way to wage war. The moment had come.
mm, you said only 4 post each so i didnt wanta waste me post and not make a move..........mmmmhmmmm hope i did it right.......
Sorry, timeh = no muse
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Post by Classic Touch on Oct 21, 2005 14:28:52 GMT -4
Show yourself you pathedic Bit*h
she snarled, now growing impationt with the wait
Unless, this is surrender, or
she paused now, smirk seemed to overtake cravises hidden benith appluding facade
your scared
Hah, she best be. For tonight, the night of wars.....Her blood should be the only to spill. The only to die. Ammusment was hinted as she was not 'fraid to face the beast, though, twas another story of her abcence
MMm, short postie......suckyness
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Post by Classic Touch on Oct 24, 2005 14:35:15 GMT -4
Hey dream, its been 6 days and no reply.....almost a week now....can i take it as a forfit? -hopefull glance- I mean, a week, cant you call that almost like.......inactive -convincing nod-
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Post by Dreamweaver on Oct 24, 2005 22:55:35 GMT -4
outcome: this battle is over, no winners, no injuries, neither losses nor gains on either side.
reason: read pm sent to everyone
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