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Post by >> Sombra << on Aug 30, 2006 14:45:43 GMT -5
the virile wound his way into the realm, a smirk tugged upon his stained kissers, ah, alas no one has claimed this loam? then be it mine. harks flickered to and fro atop his empire before they chained to their hells, thick tassel snapped out at his whithers before the male huffed in long drags of carbon.
cupped aerials were tightly smeltered to his thick skull and his talons etched about in the sodden, ah yes, this would be a perfect hell, now that he ruled it. he was in charge of this, this realm and he would delete anyone who thought superior than him. hackles began riding up at the thought but he chuckled, managing to shake it off.
a grunt was expelled as the male began t'wards claimence cove, hopefully a banshee would prove worthy of joining him.. no?
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