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Subject: |+..breathe and live..+| Author: Breath of Life [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:09:35 08/28/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 In reply to: Silent Song 's message, "..It's not naptime, 'Dancer.." on 14:41:02 08/27/02 Tue A swift turn was made and gently the cut bled, but she took no heed to the small amount of blood. She wasn't one to complain."Breath of Life." She eyed Slave Dancer viciously, but she knew very well if the stallion hadn't interrupted the two's arguement, she would have for sure been killed. She side-stepped, studying the stallion lightly, she knew his blood. Blackbloods as well may hate the hell princess, but a silverblood hatred toward her was slightly different. More like an ongoing war. Her hind-tresses flicked lightly to the side. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> Subject: ..Nod.. Author: Silent Song [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:16:38 09/01/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.169 Steed nods t' mare. "Pleased to meet you, Breath of Life." He eyes Slave Dancer, and can't resist taunting: "What's the matter, Princess? Cat got your tongue?" [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:35:59 09/01/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 172.157.12.14 .| slave dancers patience finally wore out with the silverblood brujo. his taunting was irritating her very much and she wanted to put an end to it. a sound almost like a growl was emiteed from parted labia and she stalked towards the steed in a threatning manner. dyrad was going to battle. |. .|you speak foolishly. her voice was dark and dripped with heavy disdainn. 'pon reaching the stallion's physique, her foreleg was raised and a strike was made towards the stallion's underbelly. whether or not it made it's target she did not know, but rather then wait to find out she prepared her defenses, ready to duel under any circumstances. |. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ..Unsurprised.. Author: Silent Song [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:45:43 09/01/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.169 "Why is it that you never surprise me in the least?" he asks, attempting to dodge the hit, although it still strikes his flank. Better that, though, than a belly cut. "Is it because I was one of your kind once, or are you just extremely predictable?" Whirling, hind flints fly t'wards the other's barrel in retaliation, seeking to cut there and cut deep. If what he intends succeeds, the Cutthroat shall die of infection in her own chambers, to be considered lucky if he kills her quickly before the longer death occurs. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:57:34 09/01/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 172.157.12.14 .| fatale narrowly escaped being severely wounded like he wished, but he did make contact. lucky for her that he hadn't reached the amount of damage he wished to cause, but unlucky for him that he hadn't gotten her the way he planned. the semi-severe wound began to heal very very slowly, due to immortality. unfourtunetly it would not be healed before the match was completed. |. .| surpressed rage stirred within her, and since he was the first she was too battle in a while, all her foul emotions owuld be taken out on him. with an in-equine growl dyrad 'rose 'pon robust hindlegs. slave dancer's ruthless and unmerciful characteristics would win her this battle. she was sure of it. with a rough landing, an enclosed turn was made, and with amazing agility she came infont of him. |. .| with swift actions she went foward on forelegs and ladshed out, bucking. talons were hoped to make direct contact with his chest, hopefully causing instant death. the wound on her barrel bled heavily, but she ignored it as best she could. this was fatale's terre, and she was not about to be killed. |. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ..Calm.. Author: Silent Song [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:54:05 09/01/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 Turning quickly, fatale strines his shoulder instead. Quickly he darts forth, visage snaking out, iv'ries snapping at fatale's neck, seeking to puncture the jugular. Steed does not fear death, and shall not even after it comes 'pon him. He awaits attack, prepared. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:16:29 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 .| physique swung to the side and miracolously he narrowly missed her jugular, but did catch her shoulder. |. .| with the surpressed rage she contained, lunged foward her teeth snapping out at his neck this time. like him was seeking to catch the jugular, whether or not her target was made she prepared for the next stance of battle. whether or not it came. |. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ..Ouch!.. Author: Silent Song [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:26:43 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 152.163.189.98 Jugular narrowly missed, although a notable amount of silver blood flows from the wound. Pain; although he does not fear death, he does fear the possibility that it might be painful. Wheeling, he rises 'pon masculine haunches, forelimbs striking out 't vulnerable dial of other... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:38:12 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 .| a small yelp of pain was given as one hoof caught just a little bit of above her temple. |. .| depending on the size of the cut her blackblood flowed out, it was barely noticeable against her ashen coat, but that didn't matter. while he was in the rear position, she swung her body to the side and outstretched her nape and ivories etended for the jugular once more. silent song's silverblood dripped onto her, but she didn't care. dyrad's head throbbed with pain, he had nearly gotten the most sensitive part on her head. shecould've been killed. |. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ..Twist.. Author: Silent Song [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:04:28 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 152.163.189.98 With difficulty, he twists his neck away from the bite, and she gets his shoulder instead. But it was a close call, and raven one now has two serious wounds. Seeing that the last maneuver obviously worked, as soon as he comes back to earth steed darts to fatale's other side, rearing once more, thrashing yet again at her head... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:09:13 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 .| though the manuever had worked the first try, she twisted her bodice and narrowly escaped being hit in the temple, but he did infact catch her neck. |. .| more blood fled from her body, and she became drastic. she was done playing around. lunging foward she attmpted in clamping her ivories just above the hoof, while doing this she took her forelimb and kicked out at his hindlegs. |. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ..Stumble.. Author: Silent Song [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:41:31 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 152.163.189.98 Limb yanked away from fatale's clasping iv'ries that it may help bear his weight when he returns to the ground, but not soon enough. Other strike hits; he falls to the earth, but quickly rolling over, away from Slave Dancer, and lurching to his feet. Blunder and stumble, let the fun begin, he thinks grimly, and the thought is immediately followed by: That's it lady, you're going down! Visage reaches forth, iv'ries clamping down in an attempt to hamstring fatale. Instantly steed whirls, flinging hind flints out in the same general direction for good measure. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .| dance my dear Author: Slave Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:54:51 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 172.141.54.193 .| dyrad yanked her limb from him, and it bled heavily. fatale's other wounds were beggining to heal rather quickly. but buck did make contact with her shoulder. |. .| without showing her pain, she came infront of him. lowering her ashen nape clamped her ivories down on his knee, pulled her head downwards. with a muffled voice said.run now silent song, and never return and i will spare your life. |. .| both were wearing down and she know this, she had better things to do then fight this silverblood. but if he refused to give up, she would do whatever it took to kill him. even if it took her forever. |. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ..Refusal.. Author: Silent Song [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:25:34 09/04/02 Wed Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 Yanking his knee from fatale's grasp and then smashing limb towards fatale's still-lowered dial. "Do you think me so foolish?" he asks. Iv'ries clamp down 'pon fatale's neck, attempting once more to find the jugular. A muffled voice adds, "Or without pride?" Yes, she has better things to know, and Silent Song knows this. But he doesn't. Why not fight? Now that Flower has disappeared and his daughter Trouble as well, what is there left to life? If he lives, fine. He'll go haring off on another suicide mission. If not, oh well. He'll watch the world progress without him and hide from Skajira. Such thoughts shaken from his mind; such negativity will not help him win this fight. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .| i hope you dance Author: Slave Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:41:59 09/14/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 .| face was stricken with sudden thoughts. why exactly was she fighting again? femora had more important things to do then worry about silent song. ivories unlatched from the knee of the brujo. |. .| no, she was certainly not afraid that she was too loose. but both were too stubborn to give up, if the brawl had lasted any longer then it had, then both would fall to their deaths. |. .| a lowering of the head was made to prove her withdrawel, but this certainly wasn't going to be the last time they would meet. another encounter would happen again soon, and next time monarch would not be so lenient and merciful. slave dancer was no fool, she knew her mind wasn't concentrated on the duel, but concentrated on a few other things. |. .| silent song's head wasn't in the game ethier, she could sense it fairly easy. it was as if he wanted to die. he, infact, did push her to her patience limit and envoked her hot temper. slave dancer refused to commence the battle until they were both going to do their very best, otherwise nothing would have been proven except their combined arrogance. |. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ..Whatever.. Author: Silent Song [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:42:38 09/14/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 205.188.209.133 Raven-hu'd steed steps back in response to Slave Dancer's actions, accepting her choice to withdraw. Great, he thinks. Millions of times before when I haven't wanted to die, I've come far too close for comfort. Now that I actually want to die, I so far can't seem to manage it. Terrific. Just terrific. Without saying a word aloud, the steed quietly turns and exits Ceneri d'Nerezza, nothing in his stature or gait to suggest his disappointment in his lack of ability to die. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]