Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 20, 2006 0:04:51 GMT -5
oynx jetted hide slipped through the decaying timbers silently, back to his realm. a thrice beat was given, shanks pulling up under his abdomen silently, a sickening sound was heard as the virile snapped four twigs as he entered. finally, he had the female he adored, [Aurora?] gruff baritones spat into the atmos. serpentine uncoiled, it reached to the lithosphere and his nasal caverns opened wildly, sucking in the fresh scents. tassel cracked behind him in an agitated way, paperthins flared loudly once more as the vagabound began a twice beat o'er his realmery, searching for his love.
a loud scream was ushered from his parted maw, soon enough another victim would befall and meet their demise. soon enough, dream scape would be the h.ell hole that it really is, a vacation to he.ll. a chuckle left his stained vox, yes, that's what it would be called indeed.
mangled dreads swung into his off-occuli (left) as he began a working trot, whipcord snapped unforgivingly at his hocks. where was she? it's about time the femmora showed up... wasnt it? ah, the vagabound would wait, for he was patient, well, not really... but the contessa should, however take her time and enjoy the scenery.
not. he would not rest until he found her. curvate was coiled into his muscular chassis and his silhouette paused, banner whipped up in the zephyr... awaiting her arrival.
a loud scream was ushered from his parted maw, soon enough another victim would befall and meet their demise. soon enough, dream scape would be the h.ell hole that it really is, a vacation to he.ll. a chuckle left his stained vox, yes, that's what it would be called indeed.
mangled dreads swung into his off-occuli (left) as he began a working trot, whipcord snapped unforgivingly at his hocks. where was she? it's about time the femmora showed up... wasnt it? ah, the vagabound would wait, for he was patient, well, not really... but the contessa should, however take her time and enjoy the scenery.
not. he would not rest until he found her. curvate was coiled into his muscular chassis and his silhouette paused, banner whipped up in the zephyr... awaiting her arrival.
