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Date Posted: 18:04:10 02/04/03 Tue
Author: Salida Negociada
Subject: ~^~sticks and stones~^~
In reply to:
Ize
's message, "^frozen^" on 15:24:34 02/04/03 Tue
▫♥▫¦stix and stones¦▫♥▫
may break my bones
aimed with angry art
words can sting
like anything
▫♥▫¦but silence breaks the heart¦▫♥▫
*finally moving, she scrapes the ground* "I feel I don't know enough about either side to choose."
Salida Negociada
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.crimson.and.clover. -- Brush Fire, 19:00:15 02/04/03 Tue
"Can't things just stay the same?" She asked, bitterly. What the mare was forced to stand, the good Lord gave her the strength to stand, but Brushy was not one to go out of her way to purposefully make things difficult. Being strong could get powerful uncomfortable.
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Sorrowful and resentment. -- Deepest Desire, 00:29:40 02/05/03 Wed
She was faintly annoyed. It wasn't right for her to choose a side. She remembered Malussinn, had spoken to him before however breifly and despite having been reprimanded. She remembered the early War, and how she was forced under the watchful eye of Loki. She remembered his nobel manner and calm attitude.
And there was Ziraga, flashy and bright. She had accepted him easily, it was difficult not to with his subtle charm. And now...this Frozen Dreams character. Something about him was so mysterious, so dominating and she had felt immediate distrust as soon as she had set eyes on him.
"I would prefer Malussinn, he holds my trust."
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[time is up.] -- Frozen Dreams, 12:31:01 02/05/03 Wed
having grown excedingly impatient at being forced to sit and wait when already behind schedule the pallid bronc had re-entered the land of evergreens, to search out progress on the matters at hand.
landing near the end of the discussion he caught the final word and with a derisive snort that portrayted his views toward their competency and ability to make the proper decisions. this was another herd that would need a reminder of who they were, of what they were. the evils. evils they were not creatureds to be swayed by petty emotion and weaknesses like trust. badly hidden beneath his pallet was the sneer that accompanied the mascu's thoughts. stepping closer, however, a single rock striking sharly against the frozen earth he announced his presence, as much with the encompassing design of his aura as the gesture of revelation. his arrogance stood plainly before the other's eyes, and a sense of something unspoken taunted the conversers. he trailed his eyes deliberately around the grouping, subjecting each of the members in turn to his coal eyed glare. inching to ensnare each within his growing malice.
the setting sun struck magnificently off of his beige pelt, the radiance kept in check by the somber additions of his mane and sweeping aigrette. chiselled arabian dial was raised to a heightened level that, although he was no taller than many of those in the circle, gave the impression that he was elevated above them. that he as better than they. his persona was clearly dominant, and yet not a shred of ambition could be detected amid the jumple of conceit and hate and disdain. replacing the cold arangement of his features with a diplomatic smile to twist his labrums, though this concession did nothing to lift the pressure created by his gaze. and when he spoke the words took no obvious care in pitch or timbre, but held only the slightest hint of sarcasm as they touched the wind.
i see your decision is made, unless i am grossly mistaken. and i wold thank you for your co-operation nevertheless. if i could, i would spare an hour or so in attempt to sway you to the reasoning of our cause, and perhaps later, when things are settled and done, you will realise these points for yourselves.
with that, and neither the respectful bob of his head, nor the politess to stand and await response to his pronunciation the stallion pivotted grandly upon his sinewed hind, swinging his bulk to face down the path he had come, carefully navigating the ice and obstructing white powder that littered the earth.
hardly a sound was heard from his movement, though it was with a three beated gait he departed, nigrescent locks fanning behind him in a grandiose sail, and tail creating a symbolic banner, waving in his artificial breeze.
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Departure of the stallion. -- Deepest Desire, 01:44:17 02/06/03 Thu
She watches as he left, and turned to resume her normal business.
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^frozen^ -- Ize, 15:27:31 02/06/03 Thu
^she nods at her lead's decision, having already agreed. she witnesses the coming and going of the arrogant bronc, watching with cold eyes. she did not like this brute, who obviously thought threats would get him places. she turns and watches Deepest Desire, awaiting more words^
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Troubled in the mind. -- Deepest Desire, 00:55:01 02/08/03 Sat
SHe knows not what to say. The 'worse' was over, or so it seemed. She did not care who many more were willing to joi Frozen Dream's side, most probably all the newcomers who had not yet experienced War nor knew of what Evil truly meant. To overthrow Malussinn by extortion was a joke in its self, he wouldn't stand for it. Keeping silent was the best way to go about this, she decided. Unless she or anyone in the herd was disturbed, it would remain that way. She would not go into hiding, nor allow for anyone to place forbidden hoof prints into her turf. Oh how she wished Dangerous Impulse was here during this time. She looked around, nodding distractedly to her herd, silver'd threads shielding the expression in her eyes; resentment, bitterness. It was not right for her to feel this way, and she would cease it immediately. Immediately. Hastily shaking the acrimony from her features, she raises her visage, dignity beheld in a clean, flawless facade.
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