-hatred is her life- -- Death Valley

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Date Posted: 01:26:57 05/04/03 Sun
Author: Cattivo Malvagit�
Subject: -hatred is her life-
In reply to: Cattivo Malvagit� 's message, "-hatred is her life-" on 19:17:17 05/03/03 Sat

The frost ran from her eyes as she heard the voice. The dame's gaze snapped to the one who had addressed her, shock taunting her as time made a leisurely pause, just enough for the female to behold in a dizzying flash the barbaric creature who had...spoken. On faded wings time flew on, barely leaving the dame standing in its violent wake. Spoken? She questioned her own sanity staring at the male, her eyes no more than pools filled with echoing ripples. Could this...thing...have spoken? Could it be possible that horses, as this thing clearly was, were at least as half as smart as humans? If so, why hadn't she known before?

...because she had never been horse before.

Still she remained silent and motionless; her thoughts a rapid stream coursing through the many tunnels of her mind as she patiently awaited the right one that would fuel her. Her line, bait and all, sunk beneath the surface as she waited for the right idea. Then it snagged, and she pulled it forth, smiling coldly as it came.

The dame mimicked the nod faithfully, her eyes becoming orbs of liquid ebony, their message cryptic and beguiling as she attempted to speak as well. "I thank you, you're home is lovely." Did horses even have names? Unfortunately, her knowledge on the subject was at best described as incomplete. She would have to be as careful conversing as stepping, she realized with a mental frown, and she so disliked others having the upper hand on her.

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[> [> Weird personality. -- True Evil, 09:43:50 05/04/03 Sun [1]

The staunch Arabian watched her reaction grow from confusion to a state of bewilderness as he spoke to her. The impeding silence gave True Evil the chance to scruntinize the Friesian, noting her warrior stance. "Thank you. But here, we do not count on our homes being 'lovely' as you say." A wry smile strains at his mouth, giving a noncommital chortle. "I am True Evil."

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