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Subject: ][ what ][ to ][ do ][ Author: Detruisent [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 00:48:58 05/16/02 Thu Author Host/IP: 208.247.220.55 In reply to: Charring 's message, "¤puzzled¤" on 17:21:03 05/12/02 Sun He was obviously disturbed. Very obviously. Usually sulking 'round, without a hint of emotion in his eyes. Now he allowed himself to show his weakness. Weakness, in him, quickly birthed rage. Quickly. She was just a filly! Torn about what to do, he certainly didn't want her near him. The reins had already slipped, something was out of control. Though he held himself (for dignity's sake). Quietly and swiftly, black-iron alicorn swept her shoulder and neck, a butchor's knife, tearing up dead food. He saw her skin as raw and bloody, infection covering her body, snake's venom dripping into raw wounds with stinking effects. None of that would kill the magic. He really was angry, and she was reminding him of Stovati. "On your knees, ma'am." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ¤anger¤ Author: Charring [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:20:53 05/16/02 Thu Author Host/IP: 64.12.101.178 Anger, carefully concealed. What is this all about? At slicing o' alicorn, dragon becomes restless. When he states his wish for her to be 'pon her knees, it breaks free. Hold on dragon is now nonexistant, and attempts to force it back under control, inneffectual. Falmes, leaping up around her; fire, reaching out, seeking the stallion Detrusient's life. Terror, uncontrolled; tendrils of flame reach also for her! Fear gives her the strength she didn't know existed, the power to force the dragon back into restless sleep, to quell the flames rising up 'round her. Sullenly, they sink, collapsing back into the ground, 'til even tendrils of smoke cease to rise into the air. Terror, at what she has done, what might have happened, what will happen, and what the stallion will do now, overcomes her. Without thinking, femora explodes forthward, limbs carrying her swiftly forthward. She must escape this place, must find someplace more peaceful, more alive, less dreary - someplace to think! Seeking to flee this wasteland, she flees, running t'wards Mount Enchantment... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: OOC Author: Lizai [mun of Charring] [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:27:42 05/20/02 Mon Author Host/IP: 64.12.104.54 I think I've given you PLENTY of time to react. No offense. *posts in Mount Enchantment* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]