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Post by |>Thai<| on Jan 4, 2008 15:24:20 GMT -5
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Alabaster wench's orbs blinked at the darkness outside of her den. Slowly, pillars pushed her upward, forcing her from a lying position to a sitting. A yawn stretched her jaws before ebon orbs blinked again, and hind appendages sprang upward.
Snowy bodice lithely slipped from the rocky indentation, pads touching upon her native ground of snow. Dial flicked upwards towards the moon hanging like a white lemon in the sky; equal-colored ivories flashed an elated grin-this was her element, the hunt in the moonlight.
Abuptly Valley's smile disappeared, the scent of a distant brute catching in her nares. Would he find her? Would she be his prey, or would he be hers?
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