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Date Posted: 11:16:49 01/05/03 Sun
Author: Genold
Subject: ...shrug...
In reply to: Adraine 's message, ".:not amused:." on 08:35:10 01/05/03 Sun

*I resent that.*Seveirdon stands and glares his fury, his coat twitching from time to time in irritation. He stomps a single hoof, snorting his defiance to the other equine. *Why don't you come down here and say that again?*

Genold sighs somewhat, as if beaten at the sight of her power...and still, somewhere inside of his mind, he could not call it that just yet. He only nods, slowly. "Yes," he says, a little sadly. "I'll go down, I suppose. Thank you."

Quickly, the man half-skids, half leaps down the rocky slope of the pit. As soon as he lands, he receives a heavy bunt from his unhappy partner, neary sending him back against the loose gravel. Genold smiles.

"Down, boy..." He scoops the extended root in one had, proceeding to tie it around the horn of the equine's saddle. All the while, he was careful to avoid Seveir's sharp teeth as they continuously tried to pinch him in spite. When he was finished, the elf backs away, dust off his hands. "That's better. Old friend, you need a bath."

*And you need physciatric help,* the stallion grumbles in his own language. He stops attempting to bite his master, and paws at the ground miserably. *I should've dumped you when I had the chance.*

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Replies:

.:help:. -- Adraine, 13:24:04 01/05/03 Sun
- ...ready... -- Genold, 05:10:21 01/07/03 Tue
  - .:pulls:. -- Adraine, 14:20:29 01/08/03 Wed
    - ...pull... -- Genold, 05:10:55 01/09/03 Thu
      - .:sighs:. -- Adraine, 14:38:08 01/09/03 Thu