| Subject: -who uses the challenge board? -apologises for not noticing- |
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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 18:59:16 02/18/03 Tue
In reply to:
Ziraga
's message, "Welcome to the occupation" on 09:22:27 02/17/03 Mon
amusement rippled over the beige demon's features as he stepped within the grounds of challenge, hearing the messages played for his ears. labrums curled back in an ebullient smirk. his ebony pools literraly danced with the repercussions. he laid gaze upon the palomino as he entered and swerved icily toward him in a coined gait, marking his entrada with as much drama as he could muster to him - that being a lot, as he seems such a natural at thieving the spotlight. obsydian rocks carve their places forever into the rough terrain, leaving scars upon the facet of mother earth. the footsteps of champion. thus they would be remembered. not a mis-step could be gleaned from his pacing, and not a single tress stood out of place in the breeze winter air. nigrescent locks hung limply at his neck, basking in the pulchritude of the image he created, hanging from his nape in a darkened waterfall of redemption, just as his sweeping aigrette portrayed a finelly represented banner of war.
as he stepped into the prper stance he eyed his opponent languidly, finding no need to detail the frame and prowees contained within the creature. having dne so at times before, he considered his memory to be a thing worth his trust. and besides, it would be below him. pate held high in face of the offense, he planted his scythes firmly, his physical poise transcending an equally strong message as did the words dropped from his disdainful lips. and from the look in his lamps, you could tell he was itching to utter that insult that listed from side to side of his consciousness.
well Ziraga. i accept your challenge, and i deem your terms reasonable. but my dear friend faith, would beg me allow her point viewed. she would ask that we conduct our battle in a fighting format viewed as normal amid the tourneys of other regions, as the mountains have none of their own. three attacks per post, two defence per post. such is the norm.
after a kmental kick in the ass for a near slip of the tongue, his interfering player slips out of the picture, allowing him to take the reigns once more. after all. it was his ingenuity and physical accomplishments that achieved, a rather dissapointing victory over the dragon. perhaps this one would taste a little bit better?ahh. sorry. i've been busy all afternoon and this post sucks. but i promise i'll make up for it with the next ones.
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