I Am Never To Be Tamed
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Post by I Am Never To Be Tamed on Apr 2, 2010 7:13:29 GMT -5
She slid in her muscles rippling menacingly underneath her alabaster canvas, yet her frame remained feminine. Her daggers sliced into the terrain as she loped gracefully along. Her deliacately carved arabian cranium swung around, her chocolate orbs analyzing this new land. Now then, how can I spread terror in this land? Rouge...
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