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Subject: ][ approach ][ Author: Détruisent [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:32:09 02/10/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 152.163.207.181 In reply to: Stovati 's message, "::Thought::" on 13:45:43 02/10/02 Sun The stallion nosed Stovati harshly to her feet, smirk of pleasantry playing 'cross the knarrled face. "Too weak, Stovati?" [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: :Glare: Author: Stovati [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:02:38 02/10/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 152.163.197.67 Stares at stallion, look of disbelief 'pon face. Weak? You have the gall to call me weak? Don't worry about it Sir, it is nothing more than a scratch. Standing, she trots away, disguising the slight limp. Crossing o'er dry grasses, mutters to self. Weak. How can he call me weak? If I was weak I would be dead by now. Oh I hate blackbloods, have no care for any but themselves. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: ][ agree ][ Author: Détruisent [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:44:57 02/11/02 Mon Author Host/IP: 205.188.193.42 Satisfaction. Détruisent watched her sternly before speaking. "You walk the wrong way, M'lady Stovati." Waiting for her attention, he looks to gathering of dry timber. "Bring those forth, large branches for burning." Looking now to the cave b'hind him. "Place such branches along the pathways within the cave. They shall be used for lighting fires to line the walls, leave no gaps. Within three days your work shall be done, for 'tis a large cavity." Breathing harshly as abhor traveled to the other, he begins to step forth. Leaving Stovati with faith that she shall carry out his commands. "Oh yes, I am pleased to see that you are strong, Stovati." He speaks dauntingly o'er his shoulder, teasing her stance of no power. With patience it would come to her. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: :Scowl: Author: Stovati [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:51:18 02/12/02 Tue Author Host/IP: 152.163.206.204 She throws a hateful look at him, then trots towards the logs. Puzzlement crosses her face. how exactly does he expect me to move these? Stand behind one, she pushes it with fore legs until it rolls forward. Satisfied, she starts moving it towards the cave. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: ¬* Open arrival Author: Aerlaan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:19:14 02/17/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.204 Not bothering with stealth, she enters the territory. She allows her normal mist-like glow to surround her, and even enhances it. She stands out of hiding, completely visible--AND noticeable. She looks around with Mage-Sight; there are more nodes and ley-lines here than she thought. She reaches out with her mind and grabs a ley-line, yanking at it. The log stops rolling and refuses to budge. Satisfied, she grabs another more powerful ley-line and yanks that one, harder, not really doing anything with it but intending to get Detrusient's attention. All this time, she's thinking, What am I doing, I shouldn't be doing this, I can't defeat him, he's a blackblood, he's got an entire army, I can't do this... She shoves the thought away. She takes a deep breath...and steps directly into Detrusient's line of vision. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: °¦° Arrival and Rapid Retreat °¦° Author: °¦° Silver Coppice Herd°¦° [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:45:57 03/09/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.169 Swiftly, the unicorns of Silver Coppice enter the territory. Hoofbeats are muted, and they move with utmost stealth. Silent and unseen, they trot t'wards Stovati, then spring out of hiding. Three stallions, Adib, Antar and Batal, position themselves to fend off Detrusient if he attempts to fight back, while Amal and Almase, the only two unicorn mares, nudge Stovati in the direction of Silver Coppice, gently. The mission is underway. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Retreat Author: Silver Coppice Unicorns [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:22:11 03/10/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 205.188.193.159 Swiftly, they move away from the territory, bearing with them Stovati. After a moment of standing watch to make sure Detrusient isn't going to make a sudden attack, Adib, Antar, and Batal follow. They are gone. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]