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Date Posted: 17:53:19 10/09/02 Wed
Author: Voodoo and JtHM
Subject: .maybe that was harsh.
In reply to: Ziraga 's message, "Amused" on 14:55:55 10/09/02 Wed

She chuckles haphazardly. Flattery may get you anywhere my kind sir, but a madam I am most certainly not. She casts an almost weary glance about the verdant territory belonging to the stallion before her. I suppose you are right...maybe hell hole is a bit dramatic....would "secular dominion" be more suited to your liking? Watching her son with a furrowed brow, she nips him promptly on his painted flank, giving a nod of satisfaction at the miniscule forms recoil in embarrasment and pain. Looking up with a snort, she catches the eyes of the other steed. Hullo, there. Im Voodoo Doll and this here... she motions to the painted colt busying himself with a masculine image ...would be Johnny, The Homocidal Maniac. She says his face with a completey stone face, and perhaps without it you would have caught a joke in the ironic name. Sad part is, she wasnt kidding.

The foal, dizzying himself with a droning game of weaving, slows his pace in the incessant habit. Feeling the nip from his mother, the usually masochistic colt sank out from under the mare, and retreated under the fresian hide of his matriarch, watching the other adults with bared teeth. They know nothing.


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