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Post by Altivo on Sept 8, 2005 21:11:07 GMT -4
ebonic splashes appedi churred beneath a rougen bodice, a young dove ambled into the vast terrain her deeply tainted seekers structureing the environment around, masculent curveature coiled tightly into a bow as her ebon talons punctured the topograohy with fridged mtions hock kisser elevateing highly so that crimson threaded locks floatied among the honysickle sweeted atmosphere
her delicate salmons wided as the twisted franrances were deply inhaled, her veletine probicus pressured lightly upond her feathered dirpham, finally she becond a smooth tempoed hault questions ran through her dreambox was thus the terrian where her future may lie chantetly repeted itself, her seekers studying the landforms around her, all were unfamilar thus made the ess a bit uneasy, she noted that no other equiss semt to dwell near her chosen spot, that was a turn for the good for she wanst what you called "social", her rougen physique glinted lowly as the fadeing rays washed amog the crimson stains
a sly form of loneliness over came the essa, quietly she let several softend lulls escape her veletine labrums tossing her chizzend atrix to ridd the over-veiling drapes which barriered before her tainted chasms, again searching the landforms for any chage, still again their were no inhabitants accept forthe rougen damsel,a unique one at that
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Post by Dreamweaver on Sept 14, 2005 15:20:49 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]You have been invited to attend a meeting held in the Royal Grounds in honor of the new King and Queen; Dreamweaver and Silver Moonlight. Please accept this invitation for your own benefit and the good of all Lights.[/glow]
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Post by Kye on Oct 30, 2005 16:16:25 GMT -4
Rising 'pon the horizon of the plateau,a silven outline of a bulky charger soon set its depth within the ecryption of the landscape's image,embedded in the historic events,the hessian Kye and boldly entered the ess's temporary sanction..
His azure whisped pools gleamed with the ducts of allure as he neared her,halting in pause for a moment,a mere time out in his classical dance of perpetual serenades,a semi hymn note rumbling from his diaphramic cavity of departures..
lone femora,why are you lingering in these lands of the lonely?No,no..this shant be the home for one such as yourself
His words only murmers,simple cooings made out for her,advancing forth slowly,assuring the pair that he was of no harm,and assuring himself that perhaps his presence of being was wanted by her..
His scriptious linings caught in stride with the lolling breeze,drifts of white fluff intertwined with his tufts,forming crystalline freeze droplets,a glorious combination of beauty,he cooed once more,his callings haunting gently around the two,slight echos apparent..
Are you still by your own?Fending for your own being without the protection and care of another?
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