She nickers tauntingly at the mare -- Frozen Plains

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Date Posted: 18:21:50 02/16/02 Sat
Author: Raider
Subject: She nickers tauntingly at the mare
In reply to: Pepsi 's message, ".: Fury :." on 00:58:37 02/16/02 Sat

She calls to Pepsi to take their fight to battle chasm so that the others need not be disturbed; if not she will fight her here and now!

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> .: Even :. -- Pepsi, 08:09:34 02/17/02 Sun

What is the point in taking the fight to Battle's Chasm? We are not fighting for a place. We are not fighting at all. I would just like it known that I show submission to no one, and ecspecially not to you. Mare flicks her tail, expression even.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .:Snort of contempt:. -- Raider, 22:00:22 02/17/02 Sun

Agreed that we are not fighting for a position, we are fighting about the well being of the other members of the herd, and your constaint lashing out at others.
Raider shakes her head in annoyence at the other mare

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .: Scent :. -- Pepsi, 11:27:16 02/18/02 Mon

She does not retaliate.

Her head is high and her ears pricked, nostrils dilated and quivering. She can see the panic of her daughter, Jem, and she can smell the scent on the air. A death in the herd. She waves her head from side to side and takes a step back, snorting loudly.

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