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Date Posted: 18:51:30 06/27/02 Thu
Author: tearless
Author Host/IP: 152.163.207.79
Subject: you're not the boss of me now..
In reply to: Detruisent 's message, "][ continue ][" on 14:37:34 06/27/02 Thu

and you're not so big...

wicked emotion is exemplified upon the female�s expression, her lips coiling into a leer. �i do believe you have unfinished business with me, skajira. or do you commonly abandon a fight out of perhaps fear�a fight that you are sure to win? i do believe i told you that you could kill me at will. or are you all talk and nothing else but that?� she interrogates, a smirk warping her lips in perceptible enjoyment. the other stallion goes disregarded just as her own words glided off his back like grease. he is nothing to her, not yet, anyway. �does the sight of blood make you squeamish?� she asks him with a malevolent sneer.

life is unfair.

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[> [> [> [> ][ squeamish ][ -- Detruisent, 20:58:23 06/27/02 Thu (152.163.206.204)

A chipper mood had blessed the dark one. Dark ... so unoriginal. "No, it is the sight of you that makes me squeamish." Spoken from humor, mockery, or truthfulness, there wasn't much meaning behind the words anyhow. He stood, politely if you will, and waited for the fight to resume.

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[> [> [> [> [> get it through your thick skull... -- tearless, 21:35:30 06/27/02 Thu (152.163.207.49)

there was NO fight...only harassment.

a smirk twists within her lips� configuration as she scrutinizes the additional male in moderately understandable laughter, undaunted by his juvenile rejoinder, not that her individual responses were not immature. �funny that i don�t see you looking away from me.� she remarks saucily, a tang of self-confidence in her voice now as she attends to the beast that she does not perceive as any hazard whatsoever�of course, she on no account sees anybody as a menace, it�s problematical to observe someone as a risk when you don�t mind if you exist or expire. of course, that�s before the unexpected frost of despair hauls away all suggestions of pleasure as a solitary contemplation flutters throughout her brain deceitfully. that is something that mercury might say. could you kill somebody that resembles mercury?
i am not going to be killing anything today.
you are a huntress�you know that you will fight back.
she mentally chases the voices away, once again remaining beneath her stoic shield, only hatred now present, hatred and lingering boredom.

you have caused a moment�s imperfection to surface�for that i hate you.

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