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As The Tide Comes With Change... Come I With Tiding.
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Post by >|< C.ascade >|< on Jul 11, 2006 6:35:28 GMT -5
<<will posteh claiming post la'er luffs>>
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>|< C.ascade >|<
new equine
As The Tide Comes With Change... Come I With Tiding.
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Post by >|< C.ascade >|< on Jul 12, 2006 9:15:25 GMT -5
Lathe extensions sauntered the eloquent beast amidst the quaint, nurturing terrace ahead. Scythes bore naught beneath earth's flesh on the present, due to the strong, verdant emeralds which grew ever so vastly beneath the spattered canopy of the timber giants. Apollo's skybound fire created a dimmed glow beneath the shady likeness of the vertical's offspring. Iron peltage glinted slightly each time a break in the roof of the skybound canopy. Flaxen shifts flickered absently as paces slewed beneath a duo.. alabastor crown switched about, coalwashed gaze taking in all there was to this new terrace.
Ashenwashed dreambox played out thaughts inwardly of his newfound love...Tiny Dancer. Leften melarch and his righten twin pointed doubly northbound as...paperthins doubled thier carbon intake as to assure that he was indeed alone, and no other virile had come to claim this wonderous ducal resignation...as he was becoming attatched to it's likeness and hospitable nature.
Extensions continued to mechanize his pallid grace onward, crownbearer spire's shifts flapped elegantly within his motions, hinden flickered about merrily on thier hunches, raised ducally to reflect arabic heratiges. Continuous flintbeats grazed earth's flesh as they carried his alabastor frame ever onward...to the center of the thicket.
Lengths stiffened elegantly hence reaching his chosen destination. The center of the thicket...a rounded, treeless fieldview, where apollo's skyfire poured richly, and the cropped verdants swayed peacefully with wind's delicate plight.
Upon this very realm, fronted appendages freed themselves swiftly from the topography, to wrench to the deep blue heavens above this blessed terrace. Hinded pillars rooted themselves in place as lambrums pealed aback for the omittence of a great brass monotone of claiming...to reverbrate and echo through the forestry evermore. Gravity then took her toll upon an elegant, alabastor framework, and a land was made in one graceful action.
As a thing carved of stone, the arabic drake stood, in his ashen glory, undimmed and unmotioning. Arched crownbearer and forward gaze litched ahead. Now...was the time to wait. Upon acceptance, his lady would follow. Impatience ebbed at his last nerve...but he held true and forward in his unmoving form.
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>|< C.ascade >|<
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As The Tide Comes With Change... Come I With Tiding.
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Post by >|< C.ascade >|< on Jul 12, 2006 9:15:45 GMT -5
0 o c| disgusting...no muse whatsoever.
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>|< C.ascade >|<
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As The Tide Comes With Change... Come I With Tiding.
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Post by >|< C.ascade >|< on Jul 12, 2006 9:16:05 GMT -5
O o c| ah well...-twiddles thumbs-
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Post by laaazyflint on Jul 13, 2006 0:32:43 GMT -5
boo! ahah
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 21, 2006 18:00:43 GMT -5
accepted!
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>|< C.ascade >|<
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As The Tide Comes With Change... Come I With Tiding.
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Post by >|< C.ascade >|< on Jul 22, 2006 13:34:15 GMT -5
whewtness! joo can reply flintage, iff joo wants xDD
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 23, 2006 23:06:52 GMT -5
will reply soon, sorry my sister came into town..
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 25, 2006 22:11:13 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Can you feel it?[/glow] harks flickered to and fro as the delicate bella entered the realmery, shanks led the petite lass in. tassel flickered around her bulky hindquarters, visions sought the favored virile. labrums curled into a smile as she warmly greeted him, [My, my my, what a lovely realm, love.] serpentine uncoiled, puss pan gently touched his shoulder blade, enamels lightly pecked at his appendages, forelock covered her myterious pools as she gazed wondurously(sp?) at him. [glow=pink,2,300] Can you feel the looove?[/glow] a contented sigh escaped the placid banshee, she knew she was home now, nothing to fear except waking up each morning and not having Cascade by her side, but that was minor. enormous, hazel orbix wandered o'ver his trusting facade and she smirked silently to herself, How lucky I am to have one that loves me, cherishes me, and keeps me close to their heart. One that does not pressure me into things I wish not to do, one that leaves my past alone, heading to greatness. then, she silently remembered her previous stallion, what a marvelous male he was, she sighed once more, this time, morosely. on his death-bed, she had promised not to love another czar the way she loved him, and she abided by that... until now. would Apollo be angry with her? would she face her demise with Flint? the paramour side-stepped nervously. [glow=pink,2,300] Nothing feels better than feeling the love.[/glow] lyrics silently came from her maw, she peered at the lithosphere below, and at her cracked flint, the verbs were spoken truly... true indeed. [glow=pink,2,300]When push comes to shove, nothing feels better than feeling the looove.[/glow] |
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 25, 2006 22:12:40 GMT -5
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