

battleCrashing through the tree's, i sprint as if hell itself was at my heels. My boots snap twigs and branches like they were nothing. The arm plates infused in my arms keep the branches away from my face. Claws are protruding from my knuckes, their razor sharpness tearing apart small tree's that refuse to move. The hounds get closer and closer with every breath i take. My cyborg implants are of no use in this forest, its properties far surpass my intellect. Trapped by a drop off i halt my run and turn to face my enemy. Her figure is small but firm. The black latex holds her form tightly, my lust for her grows, as well as hatred. her duel blades gbattle


lovey dovey stuffI hold you in my arms, your long hair draped down your chest. I squeeze you a little tighter, as you reply with a squeeze back. Our smiles glow with love, the candle light flickers with its beauty. Our body's have almost merged, as we feel like one person with each other. we exchange a kiss, our soft lips meet, and we feel a spark of love emerge from it. We smile again and gaze into each others eyes, making us smile more. Our heartbeat races and slows with each passing moment, as we anticipate the night ahead of us, them calm back down as we feel the other relax. Our movie plays its tune, the music edging us on. We get even closer and exchanglovey dovey stuff


Draconian StoryThe leaves crunched under his feet. The brambles tried to scratch him, but his tough scales prevented them from even getting close to him. His surroundings seemed lively and happy, but he wasnt. He had just witnessed a murder and was in a hurry to escape. The wind almost boosted his speed by flowing with him. His pursuers were on his tail, and had yet to be seen, yet he knew they were there. Trees flew past him, bushes did almost nothing to stop him now. He was running as if Xernarak, god of chaos and evil, was chassing the Draconian himself.Draconian Story
Tree branches brushed up against him, and broke apart, as he plowed through them. He hea
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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I like training Kendo. I'm sure Kendo is a noble martial art.
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~- The taste of her blood ran through my veins like electricity through the mechanics it controls.
(Sorry for getting back to you so late
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...Please be nice to me.
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~- The taste of her blood ran through my veins like electricity through the mechanics it controls.
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GLOMPING IS AN ART!! >O<
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