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Date Posted: 16:48:26 02/25/02 Mon
Author: Claret
Author Host/IP: ed232.ips.PaulBunyan.net / 209.191.195.232
Subject: .pins auds to poll.
In reply to:
Reaper
's message, "**Laughs**" on 15:42:35 02/24/02 Sun
.quickening her stride and lengthening, giving it all she had to catch the brute; a sudden idea occurs in the virago's mind, in her past experiences with this common game played by the equid she'd always been accustomed to a bit of oh...cheating; doubtful as to if this would work but giving it a good shot as it would be funny if it did affect his over-powering running ability awww that's not fair, I'll chip a nail! whines mockingly to him; then putting her plan to work she concentrates very hard on the base of his neck, focusing on her mind and his, in attempt to obscure his vision with her eye-sight gift; feeling a electrical wave pass from her head to her limbs the virago knows the energy rests somewhere, and if all worked right, the steed would be witnessing a spinning world that would waver the footing, making you feel like you were running down hill or up inclines and dodging things that weren't really there as though everything was moving and out to get you, laughing the virago gives a swift toss of her head; though holding her electrical energy waves in mind as to not let up quite yet; though something else interfered with her head and the femmelle slid to an abrupt stop the mind-play coming to a sharp halt as well, releasing Reaper of it's control; out of the corner of her eye the vixen watches almost instinctually to assure herself he won't run into anything as cutting off a power this short was dangerous to the one it was inflicted upon. Frowning the vixen stares on distracted, a strong memory interfering with her thoughts, and welling mixen emotions over-taking her momentarily-wicked play. I knew you as a mere colt, of anyone you'd think I'd know who you are... a voice in her memory whispered gently, a familiar voice but unplaceable; looking on not far off she saw an unseen figure that only existed in her mind and memory, a red stallion identical in color as she; giving a toss of her head the mare's frown only increases, something wasn't right; but one thing was for sure, her memory was returning, and this was only the beginning of a non-stop oncoming danger to the both of them.
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