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Date Posted: 04:09:16 05/20/04 Thu
Golden stallions form is suddenly found nearby as with lithe leap and stretch he brings himself close to the mare. He hisses again, snapping in her ear, his chutzpah lost in irritation.
Gods, you're nothing if not irritating, are you? You're unbelievable. I thought I was insensitive ... It's been less than half a day since his one of his daughters betrayed him in the profoundest and most heartbreaking of ways and you're telling him to get over it? Shove it up your behind, fat nag, leave him alone and stop making it worse. No-one recovers from loss if they don't grieve properly ... hasn't that fact penetrated your silly little fluff-ball of a brain? Well heres the fact, so you know ... first you lose, then you grieve, then you recover. That's how it goes. Vulc is barely past the first bit, dolt, of course he's wallowing in self-pity. So would you take your self-important little ass away with just this hint, or do I have to keep insulting you? Or do I need to spill your blood to make you understand that I won't let you hurt him any more? He's hard enough to handle without you making it more difficult ... if you keep provoking him I won't be stepping in to stop him lashing out and crushing your pitiful little skull.
He paws the ground, lashing his rump with his pale plume.
You're a meddling, good-for-nothing busy-body who I'm sure has deserved every blow lifes dealt you. May your bones turn square and fester at the corners till Toady leaves you for a donkey ... He laughs suddenly, his eyes still chips of granite as they bore through her. Although come to think of it, that won't take long at all ...
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