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[> [> [> [> [> .arrogance -- kiefer, 21:51:08 03/18/03 Tue

Startled at the sudden assemblance of the group, the dark coloured colt takes a step back, ears twitching yet not necessarily in apprehension. At the other foal's appearance, however, he takes a bold step forward. Rearing back, the male attempts to ram a small hoof into the filly's shoulder yet not doing so in definite malice. The ebon' youth lands with a small thud, tossing his head, eyeing the filly up while narrowing his pools. I'm Kiefer. Speak. The gray-eyed one communicates shortly. His gaze then shifts upwards towards the adults. Hallo. Is all the little colt says to them.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> …|Peculiar|… -- Charisma, 14:17:11 03/19/03 Wed

…|liquidy optics widen as the onyx aims towards her shoulder and she attempts to step back as quickly as possible. however, her bum leg prevented such an action and the filly unknowingly had committed herself to embarrassment, an emotion that would soon be learned. the lesson would remain with her for a while.

the grotesque limb fails to support her full weight leaning back upon it and the muscle goes limp, causing the foal to crumple to the ground. landing with a heavy thump, the creamy colored dove utters a helpless bleat. she had avoided the "punch", but the alternative's outcome had been much worse. lobes pin back in uncertainty as she predicts how to get up and slowly the filla heaves her small body back onto all fours, though her hind is favoured as always. taking a deep, hesitant breath, she pushes out a breathy half-whinny/half-wordy noise sounding like, "Pe-ek..." as she cocks dial inquisitively and mimics the strange colt. whatever that meant, she had no clue|…

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> .arrogance -- kiefer, 19:40:12 03/19/03 Wed

Witnessing the filly's foible, a smirk flashes 'cross his black maw. Mocking laughter emits from the youth's lips. He does not even try to stop himself, he just laughs on freely. If there is anything the Kiefer is notorious for, it is his obnoxious behaviour. However, it may not be the dark colt's fault, for he lacks an adult mentor. To fill in this gap in his life, the juvenile often creates his own rules, rules that he breaks or ammends whenever he wishes. The male's startling gray eyes set themselves on the young filly expressing something without a single spoken word. "Are you stupid?" They jeer at her. "What's wrong with you?" Suddenly he snorts, stepping forward towards her. He also keeps a stormy gray eye on the adults who surround him. The colt sniffs at the filly's muzzle. He then nudges roughly past her, not really caring if she fell again or not. The midnight colt's handsome mug swings around to face her. With a moderate gesture of his elegantly dished head, he casually invites the little filly with the bum leg to follow.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Bite down the words. -- Deepest Desire, 01:11:24 03/20/03 Thu

A soft, but clear snort emitted from the Lead, eyes darkened for a fraction as she was tempted to reprimand this young colt, who obviously lacked manners and guidance. Giving him a stern look, which clearly showed that she did not approve of his behaviour, she kept a silent tongue and briefly flashed a glance at Charisma to ensure she was well.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> +Summoned From Hell's Deepest Pit+ -- Midnight Seduction, 08:41:05 03/20/03 Thu

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ^frozen^ -- Ize, 10:16:55 03/20/03 Thu

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> …|Irresistable Attraction|… -- Charisma, 14:37:18 03/20/03 Thu

…|a stumble, that was all it was, right? nothing to be too worried about. that is, unless a smelly ol' colt goes weaseling his way past you with a disheartening glare that would send even the most wise equines into a miserable mood. she'd show him, that bullying brutish guy. just wait 'til-

her legs fumbled around, seeming to grope for land to sink into. that glance made her feel worthless, as if she had no reason to be living at all. merely a glance, but it struck a steely, cold feeling into her deep-down emotions and only so many stakes could be driven in until her peaceful happiness would cease to exist. laying her ears back flat, the filly roughly nudges her mother back in a way of saying that she was going to do this on her own, and then strides in a gimpy manner after the antagonist.

she stood her ground and glared back in a menacing manner she had not known she possessed. nares flared as she hesitated a moment on what to do. nevertheless, it was time for action and she understood that. lowering her head ever so slightly, she snaked forward with bared teeth towards the ebon' colt's rump, determined to teach him a lesson not to fool with the cool, 'cuz the cool don't fool. let the battle begin|…

((ooc: talk about losing her "sweetiepieness" early, but I guess that's the way things roll:/))

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .arrogance -- kiefer, 15:47:26 03/23/03 Sun

Not expecting this sort of action from the filly, the ebon' colt nearly trips over his own legs while trying to evade the other's nip. He is unsuccesful, however, and the youth feels stinging on his hind end. The coal black swings himself around to face the filly. First, a look of surprise crosses his face, but then, as quickly as it had come, it melts away into an easily held pompous smirk. His ebonite ears lay back and his neck arches slightly. The Kiefer was not going to take this kind of harrassment from a lame filly..No way, never. The colt rears up halfway upon his dark haunches; his stone gray pools flash with malicious danger, and his crafty smirk grows. Did she think that she could actually beat him in a fight? His over-inflated ego was beginning to get the best of the young male: He is ready to show her up. Swiftly, he throws out his left forehoof, aiming it at the filly's lower neck.

(sorry for the wait.)

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> …|Irresistable Attraction|… -- Charisma, 14:00:56 03/24/03 Mon

…|the hoof slammed into her flesh at a rapid pace, but as she had seen it coming, it merely nicked a nice, bloody gash on her lower neck; just a mere flesh wound. her emotions however, soon found the raging filly gauging about how much bigger this male actually was. maybe slamming him to the ground would work. ah, well, it took too much time to think, less to do. therefore, the dove slams home (hopefully) a hoof sandwich. mmm...tasty, right? not quite. uttering a piercing squeal, the equine refuses to be beaten. hey, she's young, but she ain't stupid. once felled, you can never rank up so high again. better to be left undefeated in one battle than to fight many and fail|…

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Gone too far. -- Deepest Desire, 03:27:17 03/25/03 Tue

Blood was drawn. Enough was enough. With an impatient and irritated snort, she darts towards the two fighting youngsters with speedy steps, warning back the two.

"That is enough!" Her eyes were narrowed dangerously, muscles twitching slightly frown restraining her anger and the look on her face of fury.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> …|Irresistable Attraction|… -- Charisma, 14:03:41 03/25/03 Tue

…|meekly obeying the frightening mare, the filly cowers and stumbles backwards, head low and eyes darting up towards her face fearfully. this was a new thing; anger. never before had she experienced this and it chilled her to the bone to think that she had been the cause of it. the disapproval of her peers set her back a notch or two and made her feel like an insignificant being. the leader's tone of voice gave it all away, for alas, the baby was unable to distinguish a majority of the words spoken. no use trying to mimic her either, for she didn't look all too pleased. repentance shows through the dove's actions, "forgive me", they say|…

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .arrogance -- kiefer, 14:16:07 03/25/03 Tue

The filly's last kick hits him right in the kisser. He grunts and stumbles backwards, bleeding from the lip. That was before the angry looking mare stepped in. His black mug snaps in her direction, stormy gray eyes are filled with puzzlement yet also with rebellious desire. However, soon afterwards, some type of primeval instinct clicks in his mind, and the young colt instantly diverts his pewter pools downwards. The ebonite utters not a word as he begins to edge farther and farther away, wishing to escape this place but not to turn his unprotected back to the others.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> +Summoned From Hell's Deepest Pit+ -- Midnight Seduction, 10:02:54 03/26/03 Wed

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> …|Irresistable Attraction|… -- Charisma, 14:00:55 03/26/03 Wed

…|maybe fighting was not allowed here, but how would she have known? sullenly averting her eyes to the cold, boring soil beneath her hooves, the filly almost feels like boring a hole and then crawling in it to think and muse over what had just happened. certainly mother didn't disapprove, did she? that would be devastating considering that the little one had no means by which to retaliate without violence for being wronged by that snooty colt. tail, that's growing longer every day, whips her hindquarters, the hairs stinging on the thin hide. but hey, what did she care? it wasn't like she could tail-slap herself to death. emitting an unhappy snort, the milky white foal begins journeying off towards the foal tt. she needed to get away from this mess, learn to speak, and only then would she return|…

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