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.traitor. -- Slave Dancer, 15:10:46 07/02/02 Tue (68.39.158.103)
.|Fatale froze almost instantly, a strange sixth sense, she felt the redblood. Optics instantly narrowed into a sharp glare, this mare, Memory, belong here, or did she belong with the others. Brutess did not know, she just felt.Which side are you actually on.She cared not if the whole herd turned on her for accusing another member, she spoke what she believed, and now she believed that this mare was not what she said she was.|
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the side i want to be -- Memory, 12:58:19 07/03/02 Wed (152.163.213.72)
Femora turned, amathyst eyes flashing with fire. Yes, the blackbloods were like that. "The only side worth being on. The good, I. Will. Not. Be. On. A. Side. That. Is. Against. Silverbloods." She puntuated those words with a stamp of her hoof. A gentle nicker is given to her foal, she would return soon. Feirce glance given to brutess. Her gaze read Touch my foal and pay the price. She galloped away as fast as pistons would allow, Silver Coppice.....must know.
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. not idiotic . -- Slave Dancer, 13:33:59 07/03/02 Wed (68.39.158.103)
.| A roll of the eyes were made, she may show hatred toward the dame, but she showed no hatred toward the foal, why should she? The foal did nothing wrong.The opposing mare treated her as if Slave Dancer had never had a foal, she had, but he had been killed. Cynical, yes, physcopathic, yes, but never had she hurt or killed a foal. And brutess never would, her confusion layed within her, why was a blackblood stallion with a silverblood defender? Something she would never know. |.
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return -- Memory, 14:42:16 07/04/02 Thu (152.163.213.82)
Silver Coppice herd was scattered. Redblood mare sighed heavily. Nothing she could do. Her lungs burt with pain from running to Coppice and back.
ooc-Mem is a redblood
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. no reaction . -- Slave Dancer, 15:11:23 07/04/02 Thu (152.163.207.194)
.| no thought or reaction is made to the mare, seeming to disreguard the horses return. A violent toss of the head was made, and a dancing like motion was made, and a sharp turn was given, and she walked a few feet away |.
[ me know. i said, silverblood defender. :) ]
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uncaring -- Memory, 15:23:53 07/04/02 Thu (205.188.193.176)
{OOC-ohhhh i get it now,lol}
She didn't care what the other thought. She didn't hate blackbloods, her foal was one. She trotted quietly away and glanced about.
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