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Post by Kye on Nov 10, 2005 19:17:33 GMT -4
[snarls] oh please.
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Post by Kye on Nov 10, 2005 19:17:51 GMT -4
[vanishes]
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Post by Kye on Nov 10, 2005 19:18:17 GMT -4
[throws self down] why ont i have all the stars?[pouts]
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Post by Ebra on Nov 10, 2005 19:20:50 GMT -4
dreamy not get to it -pets jock-
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 10, 2005 20:49:51 GMT -4
-hymms-
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Post by Kye on Nov 10, 2005 21:13:00 GMT -4
[pouts more] i want the beautimus stars.
bic
The silven character whisked about quietly,the large chunks of his pepper shaken canopy slowly healing,his hyde returning to its rightful place o'er his scars.Smooth melodic hymns fled his carven cavan,lipping at her delicate flank lightly,watching the hyde twitch with his movement. Trilogies of slow chatters followed his song,cooing quietly for her. His exhaustion faded,now ready to frollick about with her once more.No depression was held,for he now realized Atali for what she was.At first,he refused to believe it[optical told Kye atali was a tramp],though now he understood the statement's meaning..
Let us dance,roam over our lands without a care..
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 11, 2005 11:34:19 GMT -4
I want stars too -sobs-
Flaxen plummage flickered, flagged as it sprouted and swayed, slapping the bruthens feathered chest lightly before smirk had curled. trembling jailes vigerisouly parted in berly autable erruptance. Dentals skimmed 'top sulken airs, aiming to swoop gingerly 'top bruthens plush flesh.
oi, Let us
the nymph purred, invisible brow veering to tilt before dihram shifted to place alongside, nudging the broncos shoulder blade.
furred velveteen caressed the hes gashes gingerly, slipping over them before lapping wound. zeiths swooped round 'top the doves topline.
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 11, 2005 17:50:01 GMT -4
I GOT STARS -dances-
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Post by Kye on Nov 11, 2005 22:58:11 GMT -4
ooc | le gasp..I gots stars!!! -dance-
bic | The bronc nipped lightly at her,the grooming's pain unwanted much.He veered to the side as he navigated over the scenery,emmiting unknown tunes to the blessed heavens of which lie above their beings.Amany times he wondered,why was the haven placed abover their planetary habitation?All so suddenly,as he united with the queen,the answer was so obvious..heavens were above the blesseds due to it being so graceous,it must be held above all others,in this case the gods rested above all else. He grinned broadly,quite satisfied with this theory..perhaps he was losing his mind..He called back to her giddily,the world whirling before him as he propelled..
Come ess,allow our dance to last eternity..
He moved swiftly,but oh so slowly.His stride remained noticeably graceful,his powerful pace upturning the moistened topographic contours of the area.He grunted lightly,heaving the intake of oxygen as he lurched forth powerfully,snatching hastily at the stalks he could reach. he chuckled once more,enjoying the happenings much so..
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Post by Kye on Nov 11, 2005 22:58:40 GMT -4
o.o you must stop copying me..you have no clue how similar your posts are to my old ones in our fight...
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 12, 2005 9:48:46 GMT -4
-poke- I didnt copy any of that post from the fight....I used the words from my note book that have been there a while now....Please dont just think that im coping you when i have good words....I serisouly didnt copy ANY of those in that post. I was kidding you half the time anyway. Dome crained 'round to face the stud, cooled dentals slipped pon plush hide as the nymph liesuarly strode forth in travel behind the he. Wipcord trailed in elevation, swaying lazily as 'pandages flexed back and forth with ease. Basin spurred 'top excelled foothills. Decietfull glances shot in omittance to the other. Irons tapped ashen turf as the doll did so. Retnais rolling back slightly as furred module halted from afar. Cochlea liddids inspected the hessian. Silver Marbled bulk dancing in chaos, coaled crani tossed ignorently as flutes loomed atop the earths bed. Trading places as tap had continued. An entirinty I cannot promiseshe chuckled, labrums parting and hushing soothingly as weeping sort croons escaped. Now continuing from muted silence come bronc, you have avoided the subject of a mounting. Is this what pleases you? Or is this avoiding for a reason?it takes me longer to type becaus e i s pilled water on my Key bord and now it puts spaces betw een each letter
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Post by Kye on Nov 13, 2005 17:55:52 GMT -4
he swayed quietly,his shanks siding with his slow movements. his porcelain canvas gleamed heartily, a slow song of seductry errupted the filling silence. His silven tinged module tittered with series of constant twitches,in repitial attempts to rid the pests that craved his blood.he shuffled in his position, a prance eagerly forming with hers. He lapped at her plush gently,his chisms scowered with glee. Alas, their beings would unite as one. He murmered quietly, a mixture of random poems thrined. he edged his way next to her, his rouge hyde brushing hers ever so gently..
I do so wish for an offspring..the prince of blesseds..
his words slipped slowly from his diaphragmic departures,followed by a fond nibble at her bladen plate boundary. His silent grooming now continued down the crevice of her cage,light pressure captivated his gentle flows. His seekers locked with the imagery of her sleek petite profile, captured by the seemingly impossible beauty with withdrew. Several wimpers approached the quietness, his gaze shifting to the habitational environment around their hovering bodices. he stood quietly, his aperature lifting over her slim spinal chords as he wheeled. his plush pressed to hers, taking in her aroma delicately, as if it would vanish before him.he stationed his torso in position abreast to her,awaiting her response..
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 14, 2005 7:04:56 GMT -4
soft cry sort squeal escaped from boundrys at the broncos touch. furred mug sweeping along the hessans before re-coiling. rump had shoved in reverse, harshly to plummet and meet the studs fores. Pendulum declined in nod, overaduraging once a curt tip. Tayed plummage swayed, now flickering this way and that, quickening in excitment.
Well here I am, Awaiting one atop my back, Come Come dear, Im at your heed.
she crooned, Somwhat a convincing hymm followed, appluding the pair to continue. Whickers fadded as meland drifted and silence engulfed the two. dome crained round to prod the broncs lone fore. Pressure was nudged as the dutchess had cooed continuing in rythmic meland. Plump chassis mimmiked the hes dances, tiptoeing carelessly awaiting somthing. Anything.
Uhh....do we stay here or go to the blessed breeding grounds? Or make like a posty thing in our personal lands
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Post by Kye on Nov 14, 2005 20:55:14 GMT -4
[[scuttles to blessed breeding grounds]]
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 15, 2005 12:32:22 GMT -4
-runs after-
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