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Subject: ~oh what joy~

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Fatal Midnight

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Date Posted: 15:28:21 06/25/03 Wed
Author Host/IP: strd-p1b-153.lakefield.net/206.40.121.65

~huntress stands from position, jaws angrily snapping. Her prey had been released and she was bloodthirsty. She couldn't really understand why her brother had made such a deal with imbecillic light, but she took it in stride. The newborn foal was under dark care now. Ah, this now meant that she would be the dutiful aunt. Maw wrinkles slightly in disgust. She never thought much of foals, nor of colts. Male in general were merely playthings and not really necessary. Except for her brother Noche, but he was different. He stayed while all the others had left to destroy themselves and their own blood. So it seemed her bitterest hate of the male gender was instilled the moment Min fell to her sire, but who knows.

But all it seemed now was there was young life to be educated. Bleh, he was a little too young yet. In her opinion too gangly and reminded her way too much of his blood dam, her oh so grateful cousin. Only faintly could she see Noche's height and powerful stature expressed in soft bones of youngster.

So it seemed it was now named Frostbite. A fitting name for a dark. She moved forth from former hunting postion towards the gathering where her brother, foal, and the second-in-command and family stood. It seemed a good sign that her nephew and the other foal were attempting to spar already. They together would be powerful. Never in an instant had she thought of the possibility that the new colt would stray from his young education.

As she moves closer, she can spy the hulking form of her brother lying upon the ground. Faint dislike rises 'pon pate, not finding it completely suiting to lower ones self to those beneath you, but hey, what did she know. She wasn't the one who associated and made a truce or deal of sorts with one whose very faith was the opposite of that she strived for~

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