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Date Posted: 19:31:01 08/08/02 Thu
Author: .Da.re.
Subject: .Dare.Her.Anger.
In reply to: Boilig Pointe 's message, "Sorry! I'l change it next time! " on 15:04:42 08/08/02 Thu

Enraged scream ripped the air. As dusky demoness entered the scene. Tresses flared wildly around thrashing cage. Orbs blaze defiantly as another whistle ripped the air. The she beast dare challenge her? Thin pins wobble slightly as heavier lode was compensated for. Barrel rounded evidently. Banner held aloft as vix pranced forwards with only a wobble stiring her step. Nails flash as rear is pushed into the abyss, She was disgusted at the she beast. She dared challenge when she was great with foal? That spoke well of cowardly nature and evil intent. Dentals bared and snaped. Perhaps she would decline, then challenge when she was in simillar distress? Disgusted snort sliped past nares. She could try and say no harm would come to the colt, but how coudl she fight without hurting the mare? Snort, LIE, if that be so, then the she beast would not know how to fight, or not truely wish the spot, or merely LIE. Nails cut into the terra as heavy weight is lifted into defieant rear. Banner slashing the air with angered poise as lobes disaper behind treesed web.

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