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Date Posted: 07:07:38 05/19/02 Sun
Author: Lytishia
Author Host/IP: 205.188.197.164
Subject: Hello handsome :]
In reply to:
Rioto
's message, "Entering" on 18:51:02 05/18/02 Sat
She saunters up to the newcomer, violet eyes shimmering as she prances.
You best get out of here, or else my stallion will kick you're shiny hindquarters.
She whispers, tossing her silken visage and arching her neck.
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Chuckles -- Rioto, 10:08:14 05/19/02 Sun (205.188.193.153)
Ebony raven stallion chuckles "I'd like to see him try." He sees the Silverblood unicorn "Say, what are they doing to her?" His eyes fill with concern.
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Do not pass go… -- Naamah, 10:20:03 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)
..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head…
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..
Ebon hellion stalks closer to the masculine, vulture like appendages clamped to sides. Feline imp suddenly sprints forth, a loud yowl of battle arising from throat. Massive mitt swings at the intruder, talons glinting in the dull light. A swift turn upon haunches is made, negative attention turning to ‘herd mate‘. Annexes unfurl with a snap as a loud howl of rage is given. Body again sprints forth, a snap of reprimand being placed upon flanks. Switchblades retract as a sound cuff is given to sprite’s leg, driving her further away from the intruding brute.
Silted auburn optics turn to the interloper in distaste, a low, threatening growl arising. Though smaller in comparison to the equine brute, spirit makes up for size in her ways of trickery, and tact on the battle field.
..Best be if you were to take leave now, friend, none here, with the exception of that fool, take kindly to trespassers…Especially me..
Small fem remains stationary, challenging words and leer delving into the male’s own orbs, daring him to try otherwise.
..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn’t You?..
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anger -- Rioto, 10:37:12 05/19/02 Sun (205.188.193.153)
Anger is all that is felt towards the other stallion. "What are you doing with that Silverblood." His mahogany eyes settle to gaze into the stallions. Muscles tense, waiting waiting.
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Excuse me, I'm not a fool. -- Lytishia, 11:20:12 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)
Don't be so uptight, 'friend', and we aren't doing anything to her. I'm a Silverblood.
She glares at him for not recognizing this first off.
And you don't want to try him, because he'll be very displeased. And he's rather frighteneing when he's not mad.
At this she retreats behind Naamah's form, ivory thorns pinned back, banner lashing.
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Remind me to shake in fear -- Naamah, 12:10:34 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)
..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head…
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..
A low, warning hiss is delivered, the female taking a challenging step toward the male. Wings give the creature a larger appearance, yet in truth, she only measures to his knees.
..Which do you refer to, male? The elder? I treat her as my a leader does. The youngling…The young one has not been harmed for what I know. She has been claimed by my patriarch, Skajira…what be it to you?..
A low growl is given, hackles raising in further threat. A side glance is cast toward Lytishia, an apologetic tone set within features.
..Perhaps I had pegged you incorrectly, hellion…
Gaze turns abruptly back toward the male, muscles coiling and tensing in preparation for further attack.
..Now would be an excellent time for you to take your leave, as a grow weary of this folly…
..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn’t You?..
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