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Date Posted: 18:39:23 01/11/04 Sun
Author: Dark Illusion
Subject: ~An Illusion of the Night~
In reply to: Adrian 's message, ".[hum]." on 01:58:02 01/11/04 Sun



_Although she may have been easily amused by the brute’s persuasive viewpoint, she hadn’t written it stone. Of course, he would fabricate and manipulate the story a little to ease her mind somewhat or try to act slyly upon the issue, that came natural to most. She herself did it on a regular basis, not lying, but rather putting it in other words to make it sound as though you were doing a favor, but what it all came down to is this. One could tell another they don’t play favorites but when it comes to the truth, everyone does, everyday of their life. Weather it be in the form of which food fancies their taste, or what group, rebel, or light one prefers more, all of our decisions affect who we are.

Her soft, coffee locks slip lightly over her dancing pools, but not without an objectionable toss of her dial. She remains solemn for a moment, before the other; flip flopping his every word around in her head. She began to take a liking to this rebel, a king or not, he was surely a born-leader; there was no doubt about that. It was obvious, that in the end, he would prevail no matter what kind of effort the neutrals would take. Right now it just seemed as though the neutrals had dragged themselves into a tar pit, leaving weak spots in their bond here and there. It would be to late to mend these mistakes, unless some surprising effort began to happen. Busy as she may be, her strong will and ‘never give up attitude’ would never leave her. She takes a step to the side, angling around him, as though to get a better viewpoint of what he was like, sarcasm present in her tone_

.:You charitable, never… I fully understand now, it is obvious you planned this out quiet well. A big burrier, but I’m quiet sure neutrals are up for the challenge. You know Adrian, when I look at you, I don’t see a murder, and truthfully I don’t think you’ve ever hurt a soul. Mentally maybe, but other than that, I see no harm done. It is obvious you make a great leader, but what you lack is self-confidence. You either have a soul full of self-confidence or a mind-frame of hotheaded ego.

When it comes to defeating others it seems as though the rebels rely on bullying to boost your confidence. You seem to strive off dominance, but the truth is that you don’t have to be physically powerful, but rather mentally powerful. Followers don’t accept a mentally abusive leader with open arms that restrict their freedom. Why would they? Rather, they favor, follow, accept, trust, and respect a leader that strives for teamwork, cooperation, and treats others fairly, weather different or not. Try as you may to make improvement, you’ll end up losing in the end, that is if you don’t treat others fairly. To prove your leadership you don’t have to be rude to try and remain on top, just show that you could have hurt them but you didn’t……:.

_To prove her current point she steps somewhat closer and raises her dagger. She sends it flying forth towards the stallion’s face but pull away before striking. Afterwards she backs away, to show she meant no harm before replying_

.:I could of caused hell, but I didn’t…:.

She remains silent, her orbs locked on his, remaining still and silent. She hadn’t really come to help, and/or provoke him, but her natural self took the better of her. While waiting for a response she looks around, looking for Aph. Weither Adrian liked it or not she would visit with the mare before she left, providing a few encouraging words. She may be on enemies territory but as far as she saw it, she was home

(Occ: I realized I spelled wither wrong, but at the moment I’m to tired to really care)

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