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Date Posted: 18:21:43 01/09/03 Thu
Author: Val
Author Host/IP: adsl-68-22-154-19.dsl.klmzmi.ameritech.net / 68.22.154.19
Subject: testing

.around and around the mulberry bush and pop goes the weasel! Oh Sultan my boy, where did that honor of your go? Those abhorrent remarks dripping like the claret fluids that pour from the torrential waves of throe, so easy in the manner on which they wisp into your mind and utter and complete lunacy takes its turn. And the language of such a verbal harassment in the telltales of your focus, honey slow down a bit, no need for such vulgarity� you are with honor. And hence isn�t the saying win with honor and lose with honor? My memory terms says its something of the relative closeness, so hell where is your dignity. Do you want this fight to be in vain? Think before acting, those calculations would have been excellent had Innuendo been a fair battler. Your assault half as futile if one of his youth had decorum in himself� my beloved do not fail now out of the arrogance and psychosis that hold your soul so deep. Wake Sultan, you have your chance. Your injuries amount yes but at least you can admit your faults, when you fall prey to an attack you have the honor to admit your hurt. There is no need for your accusations or malevolent invective, stop castigating him and be the hawk I know you can be. Be the one with honor despite whatever outcome that may befall this battle, you are the sole holder of your own disgrace. Let it be, let those lugubrious words for your friends pass and withstand the malicious gales on with your could send waves of useless malicious banter. It�s unneeded, uncalled for, and appalling for what life has finally handed you.

.so the officious eagle couldn�t take his hits, oh well we could send our many unlabored complaint bulging off to the king of the dimension but for what reason? If you can live with the fact then why bother at least this colt could be reckoned to an account of charity. Oh and now the bitter truth of a refutation to the officer�s round about of imaging�s� yes it was all taken to be whining. Ah shoot you want me to admit I can agree with you? Probably not but hey let�s see my looks at this I got the time to spare, the plan half-baked sure call it that. I didn�t make it and considering my butt is planted in front of you I guess I didn�t follow it that well either. Ah but at least they had taken a shot, and it would have worked had it been the real world it would have had so much potential but no this is the Dimension� the 13th if I remember right. But let�s place a bitter truth on it eh? Had the eagles care they would have found mercy and in the laws of the Dimension mercy was exiled� damn I guess that�s the problem with finding a home. Peace is upturned like the befallen chair that plants your ass on the floor. Yup, sympathy not given to other well know I guess that�s why he had came to the hawks because this harem had their compassion and on his travel to the Crest it had seemed so had the eagles� perhaps and almost without doubt now he was wrong.

.now he had the moment pinpointed, scrutinized in the seconds the Meadow had to lose a segment of their honor if they were to sustain such a match again. Oh and don�t bullshit us again on allies. Rosemary had been all to trusting to take it and now the shear fissures of pain were left open again. Just when the meadow had been rising and becoming an era on which to blossom their lands were to be stained once more with the tumults of bloodshed, and the lugubrious words to the ones they lost. Sounds like a pity party! Well not this times there would be no time for it, he couldn�t stand to watch the Crest show their numbers and army at a war again. The betrayal and utter ineffectiveness of alliances were all too livid to be so easily forgotten. Forget mourning and the burying of the dead, they couldn�t afford it. There I stated our weakness so let it be.
.now the kid has sense! Every last one of them were nothing, just spaces in the gapes of the universe invisible if you looked at the whole picture. But hey what little mark you made on this earth no matter how small it was, was worth something. Not to everyone but if you dealt your hand right it would be worth something memorable to another. Yeah Sultan remembered Penumbra, his voluntary battle partner and welcomer when he had been scouting the Crest. She had a head on her shoulders and seemed to prove it well in the Crest lines, yeah he admired her which counted this colt out for being the world-class SOB. Maybe he could do something but Sultan would rather do nothing if he didn�t have the family that embraced him now. A shame? Too your sight, oh well mine differs. You wanna beat me to a pulp come on but I will fight back. Call me a weakling I don�t care; you gave it your best shot. Time is up. This is my turn and you can do nothing for it. Whatever you say my only retort is bring it on. I will do everything in my power to stop you, and who knows maybe it won�t be enough. All I know is the meadow is through, I can�t stand to watch my herd fall and yes I have checked the damn score. But do you my head lowered? Why? Because I fight my country, and my Queen� even when I doubt them both at times I belong here.

.don�t want me? Is that supposed to make me sad? Oh look there are tears in my eyes, yeah right. Maybe it�s a good thing you don�t want me but hey you don�t have to worry cause you won�t ever have me. So don�t sweat. If it comforts you we don�t want you either, I only fight because I would have it no other way. I would never leave my home to fight without me, never. Maybe I really am infected but I would exchange the disease for yours.

.was it fear in those portals that lay unveiled to the mottled colt? No. Pride? Yes, it was pride an surmounting love and pride for the hawks in all their glory. His pride didn�t escalate to the arrogance it had held moments before or that of the so-called �behemoth� who lay in his path. The provenance of that ignorance had vanished leaving him clear-minded to fight. There was no planned future, what would come would come. Sultan had no clue to whom the victor would be he just knew he had to give it everything he had. He was right the world would have been better off with out the colt but never would he voice such a command unless this wretched �behemoth� single-handedly threatened his love, home, and family. Until that day, if it ever came Sultan�s only issues lay in the Crest who mercifully came to destroy the glory of his home.

.as the observer, scouting the perpetrator as he �practically� dodged the moves with grim thoughts. And yet what could one complain to do� Sultan admitted faults in his rage however ignored how the young eagle blatantly overlooked the obvious. And look he adds in a defensive move� ah I am in a good mood I won�t count that as an attack.

.if I were to remember right the blemished pallid hues laid upon the Andalusian frame had been in a half-rear whose attack landed on your thigh. Well now the marble musculature surely wouldn�t stay there for long and as one angled the attack the marble frame brushed the ground in time to feel the obsidian wedge bucket against the soldier�s shoulder. Yeah it hurt and the fluids that leaked from the gape fell from his adversaries blow and oh that would hinder him some but not as near as the patella.
.now look here! What book are you reading darling?? Simple question because the flank is easily torn in that thin layer of flesh that lies there and yes one can think the ribcage as solid bones and I�d state the fact that they are. But oh let me have a controversy here, when hit soundly in the ribs do you not get winded? I would think so but the outcome is to your deliver let�s move on shall we? No use in lecturing when I am no genius. Ah and yes the alabaster warrior�s own injuries had spared his opponent, yes. But may I dare say it would hurt more than a cat-pee but maybe youth are more hard-boned than I thought.

.my artwork now is just fine in my book, yours however needs a few checks.

.in older descriptions he was a mottled hawk with pallid to raven blemishes but now that vision change. Here have a look. The wintry coat draped over a skeleton of well-formed bones protruding to place him in the shape of a horse. Long-listless gossamer mane entwined with the habitation of crow like threads battle along the vertebrae that maneuvered lethargically behind one. A cloak of metallic glisten shrouding the alabaster splotches that lit the mouse dappled hide. And yet the picturesque appearance one held in the beginning vanished as the dull intrigue of battle had strewn the bull�s color of gothic redemption across the alpine christened hide. Splurges of liquid bleed from his patella, shoulder, and limb tracing a maze upon his patterned curtain. The telekinesis was now aimed in a flight or fight method we so kindly dubbed defense.

.startled at the sham the youth played for harmless mockery, haunches lifted away as one approached reaching away for the possibility it may be real. Now from the sounds you think you hit but hey I might be nice and disregard that as an attack but get on with it. The alabaster one�s sense remained solely Penumbra�s son in an devious scheme to place his defense so that every move was countered to his highest ability.

.now, if I judge you right your coming from behind along side the stallion eh? Now to do your oh-so-clever attack you would have to rear to send the blow. Youth has your size down a bit and the maharaja was not some pony� well you so gladly pointed out earlier it takes time to rear and therefore I have time to react. Skittering forward playing in tune to the limps and shuffling blunders one can say the hawk warrior hobbled forward and slightly left as the youth surged his attacks. The time for one to rise would never be enough to escape the attack or even deter it greatly but it was enough. Enough to save the officer quite a good deal of pain and havoc on his body, which might I add wasn�t needed with the lashings he already had. Now we add his current inertia to that of the cobra�s strike eh? His curvature slung out now was the labored target for the befalling hooves and every instinct screamed in agony as the fiend�s collision fell to pummel his nape. The ringing sensation rippled nausea as his body shook. The damage made but to fortune not to soundly on the bone but it hurt, the claret elixir claimed a new stain on his flesh and a dizzy fragment wavered his momentum slower.

.but hey let me follow in your defensive assail� call me a copy-cat but this is oh to easy. By the time one would have dropped to the ground and turned to move away there was time for a hit. And once again the weight shifted to his frontal limbs prevailing to send the blood rushing to his head and his knee sorely aching with the added blood spill but nonetheless the assault was sent soundly in a swift buck to catch his opponent as the colt took cover.

.oh my what did this guy think he was? One to stand there and be open for you to just back right up into? However I must account for whatever goes up most come down and therefore it took a short duration of time for one to come to the ground only to feel the press from behind. But here goes another controversy if I can�t kick how can you and so there for the as Sultan stumbled, limbs keeping their grasp he pummeled forward in fast locomotion. His right patella giving way to a limp, as the hooves gyrated to a firm collision in the bloodied thigh. And if words could captivate the pain of clinching fibers tormenting the patella as the sheer force rammed through him sending him forward one would however not in the place intended.

.if you count his hobbling as a successful recovery than we may chant he regained balance and momentum swiftly without hitting the ground to bit the dust. Rules to war, once down you never get up� and now in a tangled mess Sultan was given his chance for an assail on the arrogant lad and he was giving it everything this time. Now funny figures or deranged madness everything was in stride� well the limping trouble kind of stride. But he could still ravish his prey with the right attacks.

.the famous two-dimensional circle unraveled around the all-too-cocky eagle as one tightened closing his range as he closed closer to the right as his body angled out to a leverage of a head train-wreck. Rearing would take time so he lunged it wasn�t some launch for take-off just to carry him to eye level and considering Innuendo�s youth had him smaller than the over-sized Andalusian, the inertia engulfing the rising hawk to a level where incisors latch upon the right eye. No they weren�t razors or scythes but they did the job as the tinted enamels grasped the familiar rounded shape. And oh if he had some luck and that little bulb he was so sure was held in his mouth was the eye, it had to be, there was a chance to severely hinder the colt�s vision. He held his grip closing as completely as he could, agile nadirs floundering over the alpine sod. The physique lurching up and down using his fiend for balance as it regained his incisors found their release in time for him to turn angling towards Innuendo�s right hind leg.

.rapid, short, choppy were the terms used to describe the hobbled war cadence Sultan took in approach, one step and a lash with the left fore to pummel the cannon bone. The bone on which was not shielded by the protected mucilage, and he aimed with every bit of precision he could muster� the dizzy wavering subsided as he sent his last bits of energy in making one last attack. And pray, pray my boy it hit as hard as you pushed it too.

.withdrawing from range, sorely floundering in the sodden crystal quagmire the elixir of life wasting away on his flesh burying out the alabaster hue. His head still carried in pride, burnished a gaze of fire. He took his wounds and delivered them with honor. He fought on what he saw fair and that had been his last chance to seal victory but now it was out of his hands. It was a judge�s decision. His job was finished for now�

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