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Date Posted: 20:42:10 12/29/03 Mon
Author: Hex
Subject: [ . Cursed or Blessed . ]
In reply to: .the.sandman. 's message, ".sanity is the madness preferred by the majority." on 16:11:27 12/07/03 Sun

Having travelled from Sun-Kissed Beach to visit his favorite sister, the almost-stallion drew up short when his chocolate gaze landed on the Evil mare. Her veiled threat did not go unnoticed by the russet royal and if the small stud could have growled, he would have. Taking his place beside Elven and pressing a brotherly nuzzle to her neck, the red-gold prince stood silent, ready and willing to "lop off" Tango's overly verbose head at the slightest physical provocation.

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[> .:Princess in Hiding:. -- Elven, 20:51:05 12/29/03 Mon [1]

All thoughts of Tango were dismissed as her brother's nuzzle was felt upon her dove grey hide.

.:Hex!:. she exclaimed happily, surprised and pleased by his unexpected visit. Her own mug extended to press against his cheek in an affectionate gesture of familial love. Choosing to ignore the proceedings that were unfolding around her, the femme instead focused on her brother, her dark eyes fixing on his features.

.:Not that I'm complaining, but what sparks this little visit?:. she asked softly, a smile lingering on her ashen lips.

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