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Date Posted: 16:33:26 10/22/02 Tue
Author: Slave Dancer
Author Host/IP: 152.163.188.40
Subject: ..open your hate and let it flow into me..
In reply to: Unruley & Satan 's message, "~*~The Lies...They Come Swiftly~*~ �Speaking of The Devil�" on 17:48:47 10/21/02 Mon

..open up your hate and let it flow into me..

..fatale barely gave an acknowledgement of the opposing equines, her mind lay elsewhere:unruley..

..with a steady gaze, slave dancer allowed her optics to glance over her bodice once more. well-trained eyesight was searching for any little deformation, weight-gain, even weight-loss..

..with a determined scanning she barely caught a glimpse of unruley's slightened weight gain. with that small hint, no matter how unlikely it was unrelated to her laid-back nature, slave dancer took it a bit seriously..

..with a throaty yet sisterly tone in her voice she spoke to unruley.my sister, may i speak with you in private?the hue and glint in her oculi proved that she was serious and that what she wanted to speak with her about was a serious matter..

..madness is the gift that has been given to me..

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> +Together Forever (Of Love Not Lost)+ -- Black Follower+ Mischief, 12:14:03 11/02/02 Sat (66.76.72.37)

+Jet black cranium raised in direction of her hellion friend the filly slowed down to a walk as fast as her hellion bones would let her. She smiled at her old frien d and said "Didn't you know I'd never outgrow a good run-away from the "parents"?" she laughed her evil laugh and then trotted to his side. She had remembered when her "mother" had told her of the love she had had for him but she shied away at the thought they were just friends anyway and thats all he wanted to be she knew. But she still enjoyed his breath close to her again. He was always warm to her she knew not of why though. She coughed and then lay down in a month or two she must be married of as her hellion gaurdians say. "You're to rambunctious. What good hellion man would marry an improper princess like you?" she spoke the words aloud and then embarrased a slight rosy color lifted to her cheeks then disappeared as she said "My gaurdians are always telling me that. I don't want to marry anone anyway." She laughed and then got up her smile faint she slowly walked over to the prince then fell again. She had been having trouble walking m=normally for about a week. She was overly stimulated as her gaurdians said. But she got up again and smelled the air. A look of terror shot threw her eyes and she quickly got behind Satan. She had smelled that of the Stallion Nexar. A goodie who refused to take no for an answer.+

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