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Date Posted: 12:29:45 06/22/02 Sat
Author: tearless
Author Host/IP: 64.12.102.49
Subject: you do not know me...
In reply to:
Skajira
's message, "-*-Observation-*-" on 12:49:48 06/21/02 Fri
you cannot own me...
but i'll never run away.
she leisurely reroutes her concentration from the declining sun to the aggressive swine facing her, her lips embracing a sneer of complete hilarity. “i do hope that’s not how you court all of the mares that come into your land.” she remarks unperturbedly, her eyes apathetically transferring from his structure to the property surrounding them, building no progress to depart, nor any move to enroll in his intention.
(sorry for the short post…i didn’t really have much to go off on.)
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-*-I Never Claimed To-*- -- Skajira, 13:05:25 06/22/02 Sat (212.67.99.96)
-*-He tosses his head casually. No, darling, you're a special case.
Sliding back into the shadows as though beating a retreat, he slips into his panther form... and leaps.-*-
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you can stitch the tear but it will never be the same. -- tearless, 14:14:23 06/22/02 Sat (64.12.107.172)
you can douse the fire but you can't erase the flame.
the ignorant can always find a window they can smash, but a genius can't reassemble broken glass
mistrust is exemplified as he travels in the direction of the darkness, and the instant that he alters his form she is organized, having anticipated an assault from him the second that she reclined her eyes upon his haughty appearance. lissome structure is warped out of the route of ominous claws and daggers, her eyes gloomy pools of impatience. “do you attack everything that comes in peace within your lands? must you act so rashly toward what might have been a beautiful friendship?” she inquires of him vaguely, no panic portrayed even as she stares fatality in the face…it’s as she permanently required, a respectful termination that would be retaliated in one light or another. she lingers where she is audaciously, this time she would not evade whatever violence he might deliver upon her form. “you have lost all respect and honor over the years, haven’t you? at one point, you might have been honorable, but now you misuse your shape shifting form to destroy the defenseless. you give blackbloods a dirty name.” she enlightens him, her voice an icy, slithering murmur of unconcealed revulsion.
do you actually think i fear death like you do? well you’re wrong, i laugh in it’s face like i laugh in yours.
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][ oh ][ dear ][ -- Detruisent, 11:44:26 06/26/02 Wed (208.247.220.226)
"You can fight, what else can you do?" The voice that interrupted their duel was obviously expecting the gift of their attention. A spanish stallion stood calmly and colectively despite the fact that his mind was flooded with so violent thoughts against the one who betrayed him. He had a plan -- to capture his best ally, turned traitor, and display her as a something to be owned. The first to bring him an item of his wish, one that was nearly impossible to gain, would be given the filly as a reward. This one infuriate the little feminest, and he would rid himself of her, free of homocide. Perhaps the Farhan she so romanticly fell in love with would be the first to rescue her, and they could go live happily ever after, with more plans stirring in the conquistador's head.
For now, no one would ever know what he was thinking, and he stood watching the fighting pair and wondering if they would be interested in a job.
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OOC -- Lizai, 14:43:51 06/26/02 Wed (205.188.199.176)
Ohh, boy. We've got trouble. Trui and Skajira have met at last. *runs and hides* WE'RE DOOOOOMED! Or at least, everybody except the blackbloods is, unless the silvers can turn out some characters equally cool, which is unlikely, but still! *gets moving*
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you seem to be mistaken... -- tearless, 17:04:24 06/26/02 Wed (205.188.209.75)
because i am not for sale...not for any price.
bitter eyes glide over the build of this additional, intrusive swine, transferring the intuition that she no longer has awareness alert upon her aggressor, but looks can be illusory. her bulk is rigid with uncluttered resentment, abhorrence unconcealed for the intervention of her impending termination…the demise she liberally recognizes. she flips her eyes back to skajira, her eyes, appearance, and very body idiom cackling at him, ridiculing him, describing him as a dupe. “what a coincidence that another stallion suddenly appears. are you thinking of ambushing me, skajira? perhaps you believe that you cannot handle me on your own?” unadulterated hilarity, derision, and indeterminate pits of repulsion film her voice and transport the language that plummet from her lips as freezing as ice, her component, her only fascination (besides Mercury, but he doesn’t count.) “foolish beast,” this remark is aimed at detruisent, the dense beast who is producing all of this uncertainty. “you will have to come and deal with skajira at another time. i’m afraid that we are in the middle of a dispute. i do not appreciate being interrupted, and i’m sure that skajira doesn’t appreciate it either…he was just about to eat.” she comments with desiccated comedy, eyes and facade withdrawing underneath an impassive visage.
do you think you scare me? well you’re wrong. i don’t even know the meaning of fear…but you do.
(thanks for interfering when i specifically asked you to leave it alone. i really appreciate it. really. *sarcastic voice*)
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