Post by salvadorean on Aug 14, 2014 10:06:40 GMT 10
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S A L V A D O R E A N
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"Let the Gods above decide my fate."
The behemoth made a light rendition along the topography below him, the firmament above his physique shining with an inferno star.
The radiation effectively comforted the stud as his occulus examined the upper calligraphic scenery, his soiled inscseries ripping into the soil
below him, creating contact in his upper carriage to saunter up the mineral-slope.
The day couldn't have been any better for the stallion, although now he continued to keep a calm. titan attitude.
Making his way to the top of the quagmire, Salvadorean accumulated his cerebrum, in case he came upon any life-forms in the area.
Then, with a flag of his nigrescent caudal, the suzerain advanced upon the terra firma, seeming like an animation.
There was a phlegmatic appearance to the equine's fulcrums as they elaborated from 180 degrees, back to 40
degrees with pure grace, Sal's velveteens snared with a transparent swell through his sinewy jugular as he gasped his maw
to inhale oxygen and decease carbon.
Taking up more stride and speed, the stalwart frame of him began to pound with muscle and sweat,
his pelting now beginning to shine with the incoming and quite known liquid. Cocking his brain pan to
create a dressage angle, the equinity made a stealthy choice to as well cock his appendages, going to a
complete halt in mere seconds.
//What is this?//
S A L V A D O R E A N
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"Let the Gods above decide my fate."
The behemoth made a light rendition along the topography below him, the firmament above his physique shining with an inferno star.
The radiation effectively comforted the stud as his occulus examined the upper calligraphic scenery, his soiled inscseries ripping into the soil
below him, creating contact in his upper carriage to saunter up the mineral-slope.
The day couldn't have been any better for the stallion, although now he continued to keep a calm. titan attitude.
Making his way to the top of the quagmire, Salvadorean accumulated his cerebrum, in case he came upon any life-forms in the area.
Then, with a flag of his nigrescent caudal, the suzerain advanced upon the terra firma, seeming like an animation.
There was a phlegmatic appearance to the equine's fulcrums as they elaborated from 180 degrees, back to 40
degrees with pure grace, Sal's velveteens snared with a transparent swell through his sinewy jugular as he gasped his maw
to inhale oxygen and decease carbon.
Taking up more stride and speed, the stalwart frame of him began to pound with muscle and sweat,
his pelting now beginning to shine with the incoming and quite known liquid. Cocking his brain pan to
create a dressage angle, the equinity made a stealthy choice to as well cock his appendages, going to a
complete halt in mere seconds.
//What is this?//