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Date Posted: 10:36:23 01/18/03 Sat
Author: Medusa
Subject: Indignance on the part of a certain black filly
In reply to:
Brush Fire
's message, ".crimson.and.clover." on 19:49:30 01/17/03 Fri
~NO mom!~ She squealed. The bathing, she found, was a serious infringment on her dignity. All the same, she stood still for her mother, pouting something terrible.
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.crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 15:20:36 01/18/03 Sat
Doggedly she finished grooming, despite Medusa's annoyance. "There," she pronounced, nodding tiredly to her daughter, "done." Blank faced, she resisted the urge to fall upon a lake of water to rinse her tounge. Such contact revolted her, and the taste left in her mouth was enough to make her physically ill. It was not so much the act itself, but the surrender of it, that made her sway inwardly, before the universe granted her swirling soul enough steel to lock her knees and clear her face.
Still pathetically happy beneath Brushy's sudden acceptance, Apollo entangled himself in her legs, slumping to fit beneath her attractively thin form. Encouraged by her patience, he fluttered his wings and called cheerfully to his sulking twin, "Hide!"
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From what? -- Medusa, 12:07:16 01/19/03 Sun
She sniffs at her brother, then grins evilly. Flopping down, she sits her full weight on her brother, faking a huge yawn. ~Ok, time to sleep!~ She says, smirking, then snuggling into his back. ~You're bony, Apollo~
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A long way off. -- Deepest Desire, 23:16:38 01/19/03 Sun
It was faraway that Brushy could ever be the same as she were before, bright and happy but this temporary contentness, however clumsily molded and artificial it may be, it would show her what it was like before. She smies in what she hopes is in an encouraging manner, what she was doing was right although Jesar she was unsure of. Having never even spoken to the stallion, she knew not what to say to him and so kept her mouth shut.
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.crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 10:05:33 01/20/03 Mon
Apollo held an active comtempt for anyone who ordered him around without having first earned his respect or fear. His jaw set in a frown. So far this twin sister of his had failed to impress him. "No," he responded stoutly, sticking out his tounge from the saftey of his mother's protection. Pleased with himself, he beamed up at Brush Fire, never dreaming that smiles and tolerance were only the shadow of her love.
Brushy, for her part, stared steadily back at her son, noting with contempt that he resembled a calf waiting for the butcher. She shook herself inside, and raised her head to look at Desire. The silence between them was noteable, even for unanalytical Brushy in her most absent mood, and she wondered why she could not remember whether they had been introduced. "Desire, you remember Jesar, don't you? My mate. Jesar, this is Desire. My oldest friend."
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Hello -- Jesar and Medusa, 18:54:21 01/20/03 Mon
She glares at her brother, irked by his impudence. She clumsily pins his head down with a tiny hoof, flapping her wings around to maintain her balance. ~Momma's boy,~
"Hello Desire," he says politely. He wanted to talk to Desire and find out more about Brushy, she never had told him much about herself.
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.crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire and Apollo, 19:06:20 01/20/03 Mon
"Ouuush!" He kicked out wildly with a hoof, aiming in the general direction of his sister. The movement gave him enough momentum to free himself from her dominent position, and he immediately flew to his feet, bumping Brushy harshly. His eyes flew wide and he skittered away from his mother, slamming into Medusa in his flight.
Her boy's obvious fear of her registered only vaugly. Slowly, and as deliberately as a plow horse, she turned away from his wide-eyed terror and informed the stallion and mare, "I'm going to go for a little walk." Without waiting for a response, she plodded slowly off toward the hot spring.
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