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Date Posted: 10:21:55 05/13/02 Mon
Author: Malo
Author Host/IP: 152.163.213.207
Subject: why, hello.
In reply to: Bint-El-Nil 's message, "[ resting time ]" on 20:32:28 05/12/02 Sun

Pale ashen stud circles the princess in her sleep, deep-throated whickers in attempting to wake her slowly. Derranged spanish posture is adopted, gnarrled muzzle tucked to his chest and calling forth a regal look from the crested neck. Prance is within the steps that circle she, obviously birthed from impatience.

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[> [> [ black, red, or silver? ] -- Bint-El-Nil, 15:48:02 05/13/02 Mon (216.166.160.44)

awake! Stirred by the disturbance, I lift my head to peer up at the stud. I snort softly at him, piqued at having been woken against my will. My eyes are turned away briefly, glancing around for an escape..

blood? First, I inquire the stallion. He shan't have access to me until I know his bloodtype. Disgrunted whicker is dismissed from vocals. So what is it, black, red, or silver? Muzzle is held high, for I am proud to be a redblooded mare..

patience! I choose to remain on the floor for now. Probably not the best situation, but at least he can't mount yet. However, such a position leaves me prone to attack. I'd better stand. Once on all fours, I immediately back into a tree. He wouldn't be permitted to sire my child until I knew his type. Again, black, red, or silver? Regardless, it's very likely that he will be given permission to continue. Of course, I will not settle for being abandoned. You must also be willing to escort me back to your territory..

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[> [> [> of elegance -- Malo, 00:12:32 05/16/02 Thu (64.12.104.179)

Stud snorts, as studs do, and extends a whiskered muzzle with a stallion's fleer. Blood? Black as crows, of course. Dark veins are seen through the pale covering of hair and skin. In his eyes, also. Black and empty, plucking more fear than the yellow eyes of a predator or the crimson eyes of the devil's servant, for his eyes were that of an untamed demon. He had made no deal with the devil, yeilding only to the fits of anger and rage that boiled his blood every now and then.

Now he seemed clothed in devine spanish patience, playing a nice game with the gaze of his new mare. Abandonment? She was an odd soul, though he would permit her to come with him. Malo was usually a loner, it surely wasn't safe to live with one of such short temper.

No steps were taken, he stood for now, waiting her move. When she moved, he would control it.

OOC - eep! Sorry for the delay ::sheepish look::

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