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Date Posted: 06:55:52 05/05/02 Sun
Author: *Ezzence
Author Host/IP: 152.163.207.211
Subject: `*-.Hah.-*`
In reply to: Memory 's message, "understanding" on 12:30:45 05/03/02 Fri

"I? Go with you? Not a chance, buster!" Whirling, hind hooves fly t'wards the steed; when her hooves contact flesh, again she whirls, half rising into the air 'pon well-muscled haunches, forelimbs striking at the stallion. Lightly 'pon the ground, she lands, and then visage snakes out, lips parting to show bared incisors, which sink into flesh of ebon hue. Hope flares in her fiery heart; perhaps the two can get away? For surely, three unwilling to join a harem, including one who fights like a stallion, is too much for one steed to look after, particularly if the fighter is fighting! Orbs are kept resolutely away from the two, for the stallion must not notice whatever plan they may have to put in motion.

Again she rises, this time fully; forelimbs strike out once more t'wards the steed, and visage snakes out yet again, to bite harshly. Instinctively, incisors seek the jugular. She lands yet again, visage pulled out of harm's way. And again she whirls; again, hind hooves fly t'wards the other. Strides carry her a small distance away before she turns, then barrels t'wards the stallion. She rams into her opponent, and her force would topple a mountain. Se back once more, and repeats the attack. What would happen with this round? Would the steed forget them, as he did the others? Or perhaps, would he retaliate? Whatever it is, she is prepared for it to come...

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Replies:

quick withdrawl -- Tattered Glory, 08:30:19 05/05/02 Sun
- follows -- Memory, 08:32:11 05/05/02 Sun
  - ~~come~~ -- Tattered Glory, 14:01:18 05/08/02 Wed
    - `*-.follows.-*` -- *Ezzence, 16:32:51 05/08/02 Wed