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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Oct 26, 2006 20:29:18 GMT -5
Escape The Arts
His sly movements were gracful and barly missed a beat. His sleek back patches were arranged on his peltage with the white splattered as blotches of paint. His piercing call was heard, not to be a deamon as most were but to surly put a calim upon the ground he stood on. His musculi bod was taught and slim and his appendeges perched high upon the turf reaching the hight of 16 hands high. His wieght shifted and his bod came rippling through the windy sky as he perched his claim upon the land that was not his. He gracfuly came down and settled down to look around the land.
pittiful post but oh well
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