:{Ambition of Love}::{Ambition of Hate}: -- Apollo's Herd

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Subject: :{Ambition of Love}::{Ambition of Hate}:

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Ambition

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Date Posted: 09:14:17 01/18/03 Sat
In reply to: Eric 's message, "{*Filled With Hatred Within*}" on 07:12:02 01/18/03 Sat

She picks the gun up and throws it into the lake.It landed deep in the middle.*Apollo do you want me to lead the mares some where safe.*SHe asked

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Author: Apollo [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 09:27:46 01/18/03 Sat he nodded to her question, eyes never leaving the opposition. Yes, he said almost curtly, a far cry from other stallion.

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Author: Ambition [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 09:33:20 01/18/03 Sat Will do*she says and trots off to get the mares together.

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Author: Eric [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 18:59:49 01/18/03 Sat {looking meanly at the mare he stomps his feet making noise. He wasnt one for mares. But he liked the feisty stallions. Noticing the appaloosa he charges after him with his dagger again. For he had missed his first shot}

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Apollo
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Date Posted: 19:48:36 01/18/03 Sat

*he snorts at the two-legger and dodges away from the lurching male. He trots around him, taunting him, but always staying well out of reach, for he wasn't stupid and new what this clumsy creature wanted. To tame him, to put him under a saddle and make him work. To take him away from his home and herd and force his wild heart into a box with fences of which he would be tantilized by the wild, which would be so close to him, yet so utterly far away. He would rather die !*

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Author: Eric [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 06:01:14 01/19/03 Sun {watching the stallion walk around him. He pulls a whip from his back pack. IT was a lunge whip. But he started cracking it behind the stallion. Cracking it harder with every whip. He snapped at his hocks and at his knees.}

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Apollo
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Date Posted: 09:16:13 01/19/03 Sun

(Ahem... he wasn't "walking" he was trotting, and well out of reach, though a whip is longer than human arm, lunge whips aren't all that long, nor can they do much damange.)

*He hears the cracks, and feels stings as the noise maker found its mark and hit him. Angered, he charges at the human once more and rears, giving a harsh cry. He was tired of playing, and wanted this thing gone from his herd lands, whether it be alive or dead. Baring his teeth as he landed, he lunged for the humans hand in which the noise maker resided.*