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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 9:53:43 GMT -5
The slim drappa walked around, her sweet fragrance spreading through the area as she meandered around. She was awaiting a mate or dragga, for she had not want to be alone. She whimpered softly before arching her boa to the heavens, releasing a high pitched call into the wilderness. Her right fore pillar was extended before laying it upon the ground as she looked around once more, her gray tresses blowing in the soft wind. Her maw was now closed as her haunches were sat upon. She thought about others and their mates back home as she growled softly to herself. Her parents had no time to share with her and she was scheduled to mate a ten year old dragga, only wanting to mess with her mind. She then awaited what was to come in the future.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 23, 2006 9:56:16 GMT -5
The cement dragga answered the drappa's call. His pads plodded along the ground, finding the source. He saw her, yet he stopped, and sat. A howl surrounded his vocals, powerful and strong, his voice.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 10:00:22 GMT -5
Her gaze shot to him, a handsome dragga she would guess around 3 winters old. Her optics looked at his powerful, lean muscled bodice. She rose from her haunches, petite dial raising to give another high pitched call to him, even though he was in view. Her hackles softened against her nape, her overall appearance soft. She flashed her underboa to him in respect before trotting stylishly over to him.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 23, 2006 10:04:12 GMT -5
The dragga folded a leg beneath him as a bow to the lovely fae as she approached. He walked forward a few steps and again sat. He was not one for standing. His orbits galced over the bodice of the drappa, taking in every sight there was. His nostrils flared slightly as he took in her scent. 'Lo drappa he called.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 10:11:01 GMT -5
Greetings, dragga. Take my gratitude for answering. She smiled gently towards him. Her heart fluttered slightly as she moved slightly closer to him. Her trotting slowed to a walk as she sighed in relief. Her audits were perked as she allowed her pillars to stop, two feet away from him. Her scent was all sweet as fresh flowers on a spring morning.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 23, 2006 10:14:34 GMT -5
Take mine for replying back, lovely fae, he said, voice of a creek rushing by. His audits relaxed, his orbit's lids shut slightly. What is the lovely drappa's dubbence? he inquired.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 10:19:09 GMT -5
A one so powerful, it holds meaning upon many. Soraya. She smiled softly, proud of her highborn presence. Her optics held a soft gaze as she looked into his optics, wondering what he was thinking. What be the dubbith of this handsome dragga, whom I see much in?
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 23, 2006 10:23:03 GMT -5
The dubbith of this handsome dragga is Texan Pleasure, Tex if you please. His gave met hers, his head, raising slightly. A name a Soraya fits thee, for you are as lovely as your name sounds.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 10:28:14 GMT -5
She held her amazement, keeping it silent as she said, One as Texan Pleasure deserves alot of attention, for none but thee it fits. She smiled softly towards him, her bodice shivering in excitment. She then waited for any further conversation the well-mannered dragga might start.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 23, 2006 10:30:03 GMT -5
The dragga sighed quickly. M'name makes no sense I shall asure you of that. But I am yet a pleasure to be around, so many say. Tex rose, tail hanging. Audits pricked, orbits holding her gaze.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 10:36:18 GMT -5
She stared into his gaze, But, you do deserve it, do you think not? Her dial tilted as she thoughtfully was thinking to herself. Her exotic look made her stunning to gaze at for hours.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 23, 2006 11:19:07 GMT -5
I guess, he started, that the subject of my name might be a bit touchy.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 16:22:33 GMT -5
Why? She tilted her dial, confused on why he said his name was touchy. Her gray tresses blew around her facade. Her even, ebon talons dug into the soil as she looked into his optics, hers lovingly staring back. Her nature was in kindness and love.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 24, 2006 10:00:22 GMT -5
The dragga's head fell, slightly. I believe so because many arguments could be made about my name. he sighed. And I, for one, would rather not explore them.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 24, 2006 11:34:06 GMT -5
Oh. Alright. She smiled cheerfully towards him, seeing his sorrow like a down pour. She nudged his cheek. Your name was given to you, no arguments about it. She smiled at him, nodding her dial in acknowledgement. Her tail flicked lightly around as she stood next to him.
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