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Date Posted: 10:16:55 03/20/03 Thu
Author: Ize
Subject: ^frozen^
In reply to: Midnight Seduction 's message, "+Summoned From Hell's Deepest Pit+" on 08:41:05 03/20/03 Thu

^her reaction was much like that of the other's... silent disapproval. the expression on the bay's blazed face indicated as much, casually calculating orbs turned granite. she remained where she was, no steps taken in any direction. instead, she casts a glance at the filly, curiosity shoved into the depths as a sort of concern wound it's way into her crystallines. not a sound uttered, but a tilt of the head and a pricking of ears was enough of a question. was she alright?^

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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

Dubbed: Midnight Seduction Bred: Arabian Cursed: Fetale Hued: Snowy Winters Seen: 6 Home: Death's Mountain Promised To: No one Loyal to: Deepest Desire Watches over: Moonlight Charisma
	+Demoness steps up, agreeing that bloodshed was to far for this. Features show firmness, yet showing that they understood why the two would fight. She knew that personally she would give battle if another wronged her, yet it was to early in life for her filla and the colt to be fighting over.+

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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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