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Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 11:07:43 GMT -5
He laughed softly to himself, I am happened to be needing a mate. He went to her, his bodice brushing hers as he circled her.
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S.all.a
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Post by S.all.a on Jul 26, 2006 11:11:55 GMT -5
[red] She move dherself out of his circle. He treated her as if she was weaker. In his dreams.
You treat me like how I'm supposed to be treated and I might be able to change that.
She snarled. Talons tightening into the snow. [/red]
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Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 11:16:48 GMT -5
He laughed to himself. Then, be my mate and then I'll stop circling you. His breath was cold upon her nape as he stood behind her now.
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Post by S.all.a on Jul 26, 2006 11:20:22 GMT -5
[red] She smirked. Her body moving forward so he could not circle her. Her ivories still bared.
I'm considering it... [/red]
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Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 11:31:36 GMT -5
He then let a devilish thought come into his mind, Come on, please? Be my mate. I'm a loner. He smirked softly.
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Post by S.all.a on Jul 26, 2006 12:11:28 GMT -5
[red]So know the pup begs? That's worse then before...
She laughed at his attempts, but he was getting closer.[/red]
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Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 12:16:16 GMT -5
He growled softly, Not begging, asking. His ivories glinted off the moonlight.
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Post by S.all.a on Jul 26, 2006 12:32:44 GMT -5
[red] What be your dubbith, dragga?
She asked, her orbs glaring into his own. [/red]
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Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 12:37:00 GMT -5
His smirk now grew as he said, It is Albern. He laughed softly to her.
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Post by S.all.a on Jul 26, 2006 12:39:27 GMT -5
[red] Consider me your mate.
She snarled, not sounding quite as pleased. [/red]
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Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 12:42:48 GMT -5
He stared coldly at her before nodding, trotting a ways off. He snorted, looking back at her. His pedestals twisted to look back. His visage then rose into a solo howl before allowing his porcelain bodice to disappear into the shadows.
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Post by S.all.a on Jul 26, 2006 12:44:33 GMT -5
[red] What is he up to...
She snarled, she had nto doubt he was decieving and had lied to her. He had a mate, he was no lonor. She had been caqught in his trap. But she would find a way out... [/red]
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