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Post by ~[]-[] [] []) []) []E []\| ~ on Mar 26, 2006 22:44:02 GMT -5
The lone fae two-beated into the lands, orbs watching, and auds pricked, looking for any sign of another. Her pillars pushed her smoothly over the crust, daggers peircing the earth. A shrill call was projected from her kissers, her belly shaking as she flew over the lands gracefully.
Greek Ariat was tired of being alone, and was doing something about it. She wasnt one to wait on others, or be patient hardly ever, and this was one of those examples. She wanted to find a home, hopfully finding a mate along with it. Pengellum was strung out behind her bodance, her flag tugging at her nape in the wind. She was hatching from her shell, young, radient, and she knew it.
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