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[m i t h]

Everyone thinks they can own anything they touch. Blood is shed over land and mares. Brutes die in their quest for a mate. Oddly enough every vixen enjoys it. It is the feeling of someone actually caring about you. That you were no longer alone in the world. Oh yes. You were wanted. But some vixens are foolish. Despratly finding that 'love' that every vix hopes to find one day soon. The foolish are raped and later on removed of their kin at birth. Their child either to live with the sire or to be killed far off for their 'impure' blood. I was considered 'impure'. I was no mutt. My dam was a light. My sire a dark. At her young age she decided she could no longer wait for lvoe. That's when good ol' daddy came along. He offered her a home and pleasure. She did not know what a dark meant by such words. As young and foolish as she was, she decided to follow him.

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[Tassle]

when you are done, I shall post with Herbal Remedy.