<font color=white>albino mare trots in looking for somthing to do some one to tease </font> -- Devil's Mountain

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Date Posted: 08:02:18 05/17/03 Sat
Author: Lightnings Power
Subject: albino mare trots in looking for somthing to do some one to tease

she looks for a stallion to play with seeing that she is in heat. she lets out a shrill call asking them to come and play :)

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[> seeing dog soldier she trots up to him and prances around in front with her tail held high -- Lightnings Power, 08:22:16 05/17/03 Sat

evil thoughts cross her mind as she does so stoping right in front of him she bobs her head up and down and nickers a soft hello

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[> [> Prostitutes are rife these days. -- Daughter of Light, 20:12:00 05/17/03 Sat

Why am I somehow not surprised that there are still mares who will throw themselves in front of any stallion that breathes? the trite light questioned mentally, laying her ears back at the flamboyant femme. In every sense of the supposedly neutral word. Alas, true neutrality was hard to come by when light and dark were crossed. Deciding not to involve herself in the albino's risque' endeavors, the mare lowered her nose to crop the spring grass short as her fate was argued over. Perhaps a light would rightfully sneak her back. Or perhaps, now that she was no longer queen, few cared enough to. Had they chosen a new queen already? Was she so dispensable?

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[> [> [> Oh dear. -- Deepest Desire, 01:06:01 05/18/03 Sun

Who exactly was this mare and what was she doing, parading herself with no shame? What ever happened to dignity these days? Obviously that had been lost somewhere along the track with this one. She snorts softly, not suspicion that fills her eyes, no, she knew exactly what this mare was doing here, but an irritation. This was one of the reasons why she had chosen the path that she did, to avoid this sort of a confrontation with flashy mares trying to lure males into a web of lust. The Lead sighed and with deliberate strong and fast paces strides, goes to stand before the albino.

"Your business here is...?"

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[> [> [> . BaCk . . OfF . -- . d0g . . s0ldiers ., 01:13:58 05/18/03 Sun


A single brow is quirked at this albino mares antics. Who did she think she was, she wasn't good enough for he. Cold, emotionless eyes look towards the former queen. Her comment was quite true, this unwanted prostitute had to go. Teeth are slightly bared towards the pallid fae. Mahogan body is swiftly turned, single hind leg is kicked out towards the mare. Loud, savage tune is emitted from vocal cords. Body is swiftly turned once more, teeth try to clip upon neck before slowly moving over to the palamino one. I really don't understand some mares, especially this one. Don't they have anything better to do then throw themselves at the first living stallion they see. It is really a most gruelling thing to do.
I am a warrior, a blood thirsty beast by the name of Dog Soldiers. My curse is one only identified as Boar. My designated scars lay upon this bloody hide of Mahogan. My existence is only seen within the expanse of No Where. The section of my dwelling may be seen within the Dark Lands. Let my up most devotion go to the one by the calling of No One. Let these gremlins pay more respect to me than themselves, None.

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[> [> [> [> shocked she takes a few steps back -- Lightnings Power, 09:55:38 05/18/03 Sun

can't a mare have fun? can't she long for atention(sp) or is it a crime? she turns toward Dog Soldier quite shocked by his reaction I am not a whore. I do not charge anyone anything. all I wanted was a little fun or mabey a stallion to protect me. is that too much to ask?

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[> [> [> [> [> yea it is a crime -- Fleur, 10:51:20 05/18/03 Sun

Tight lipped newcomer jumps at this chance to interject her comments and overall disrupt. With a curt nod to DOL and Deepest Desire, she smiles coyly and narrows her eyes at the other mare. "That's really depressing if the only way you can get attention is to throw yourself butt-first under a stallion," She says, flicking her tail contemptuously at the snow-white fae. The mare was a rich buckskin color, with strong black legs. She had three neat little socks, but no white facial markings.

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[> [> [> [> [> Re: she slowly walks away -- lightnings power, 10:54:02 05/18/03 Sun

her silky mane jumps on her neck as she hangs her head low to the ground and she thinks to herself mabey I be wanted at a barn with humans she walks off into the distance hopeing they would call her back. never before had she seen a more beautiful stallion and she knew she never would again

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[> [> [> [> [> [> buh bye -- Fleur, 12:07:47 05/18/03 Sun

The cold mare watches the whore stalk away saddly, and no vocals come from her chest to call her back. Perhaps the humans will breed her, a thought strung itself out before her. Darkened ocules roll as she turns away from the direction the pallid one had exited.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Devoid of emotion -- Daughter of Lights, 15:45:37 05/18/03 Sun

The mare watched emotionlessly as the white one walks away in the direction of the farm. She bit back a chuckle, for the same thought that occured to Fleur passed through her own mind. Shrugging, the sedate sympathizer, for she did feel badly that the mare had nothing better to look for, turned back to her occupation of grazing.

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[> Pretty thing. -- Deepest Desire, 02:34:06 05/19/03 Mon

The mare of silver hue indulged in a fraction of a smile, watching as the unusual coloured equine left the premises with amusement dancing merrily in her dark amber eyes. She really shouldn't have been so malicious, but there was something about the mare that had sparked a streak of annoyance in the Lead. Maybe it was the fact that she didn't even like stallions that had her so put off with the idea of throwing oneself at a male. Pfft.

She faced the newcomer, whose colouring was something of a rarity in the lands [it's true! there aren't enough buckskins running around!] and a pleasant nod of the head is given as a greeting. "Hello."

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[> [> who me? why thank you -- Fleur, 09:56:50 05/19/03 Mon

(OOC: There should be more! -grin-)

She nods her head to the lead again, abandoning the thoughts of the impromptu albino mare. "Hello," She coos, ebon tresses swish at tanned sides. "My name is Fleur, I'm new around here," She spoke, easily restating the obvious. Donning a rather cheshire grin, she turns slightly to the stallion. "Quite flattering, hm?"

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