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Date Posted: 23:54:15 06/25/02 Tue
Author: Tears
Author Host/IP: 65.102.100.241
Subject: /.Broken butterflies are destined to be cought and pinned to boards.\
In reply to: tearless 's message, "the broken butterfly tries to spread her wings and fly away.." on 18:43:52 06/24/02 Mon

/.Stallion exchanges breat with she who wishes such friendlyness, marking the smell down on a mental clip board for perhaps a later use. Curiousity examines her features, her expressions, every shift of weight, every blink of her eyes. Without favoratism, once more he turns to another, whuffing to her and questioningly stepping back to veiw the both of them. Brazen aura seems to expand, figure shifting, attention repeats itself as to fall upon the last. Tearless, my my... you seem so cynical as to why the other two are here. Yet here you are yourself... Young stud attempts to catch the mare's gaze, to read into her. Yet he is unable to, he wonders further, guessing... watching her for moments before once more shifting around to see all three. He questions them again, seeking their answers, the wisedom... the gifts each has to offer.\

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> watch -- Amyrah, 01:33:50 06/26/02 Wed (208.247.220.228)



An ear is pointed toward Tearless as Amyrah awaits her reaction to the stallion. As one of three she stood quietly. The actions of the others were entertaining to watch.



Lol go amyrah!

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> that's why i'll never survive.. -- tearless, 17:17:29 06/26/02 Wed (205.188.209.75)

but who said that i wanted to?


a small smirk contorts her lips as she feels the beast's gaze upon her compact body, the body that was created for destroying others. the common rule of life...kill or be killed. this does not make her evil, or even lose to that of black blood descent. it makes her a warrior...it makes her different from the rest. eyes indolently slide across the build of the stallion, the smirk falling from her lips like water trickles down a waterfall. what is it that you wish of me, stallion? her body language asks this, making no effort at seduction, only an effort at elusion, keeping from the sorrows of emotion and residing calmly beneath a facade of apathy. "you are a strange creature, nameless one." she offers, her voice descending from lips with only indolence tainting her otherwise expressionless vocalization. you wonder why i am here, stallion? i am following the lead of the fool that i have chosen to follow. a mindless worm, you may see me as...but do you judge a fruit before you take a bite? you will find no gifts within me sir, only confusing labyrinths that one could perish within if they do not escape in time. i am the beast that tracks you when you are in them. i will take you down if you try to decipher me. of course, none of this is expressed, yet it is there, lingering in her almost sarcastic presence...this is what happens when somebody has lost everything to live for.

death seems to be the only way out...perhaps someone will have mercy and set me free.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /.But it seems, m'dear, that you've already died.\ -- Tears, 13:10:42 06/27/02 Thu (65.102.100.241)

/.Tilts head, reading the language of the mare's femanine actions. What do I wish of you? Nearly chuckles, though the giggling is professionally restrained and shown to her and only to her through his quick sand optics. I wish nothing of you. Simply to understand. To explain an equine's language through his body would be only to cut him short of half is dignity, his mystery. So this I leave to you, to understand. Feather like masculine shivers as restless nature comes more apparent. In surprise, funnled ears snap upright at the sound scent of her voice.\

You call me strange, though you are the one who follows without reason. I am far from nameless, though in your mind something else may be argued.

/.With lingering gaze to attract reaction, slowly weight is shifted back as though he meant to leave, though in the end would have never meant such a thing. Slowly, gently pupil turns to rest on Amyrah, finding her intentions much more obvious or if not, wrongly directed. Soft smile presses into grass stained lips.\

But you, I find easier to read into. Tell me, what is your name?

/.Scans her expression, reaching foreward to lightly inhale at her girth, testing her dominance.\

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /.But it seems, m'dear, that you've already died.\ ((read this one)) -- Tears, 13:12:38 06/27/02 Thu (65.102.100.241)

/.Tilts head, reading the language of the mare's femanine actions. What do I wish of you? Nearly chuckles, though the giggling is professionally restrained and shown to her and only to her through his quick sand optics. I wish nothing of you. Simply to understand. To explain an equine's language through his body would be only to cut him short of half is dignity, his mystery. So this I leave to you, to understand. Feather like masculine shivers as restless nature comes more apparent. In surprise, funnled ears snap upright at the sound scent of her voice.\

You call me strange, though you are the one who follows without reason. I am far from nameless, though in your mind something else may be argued.

/.With lingering gaze to attract reaction, slowly weight is shifted back as though he meant to leave, though in the end would have never meant such a thing. Slowly, gently pupil turns to rest on Amyrah, finding her intentions much more obvious or if not, wrongly directed. Soft smile presses into grass stained lips.\

But you, I find easier to read into. Tell me, what is your name?

/.Scans her expression, reaching foreward to lightly inhale at her girth, testing her dominance.\

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Amyrah. -- Amyrah, 19:21:00 06/27/02 Thu (208.247.220.164)



Tearless would refuse an answer, wouldn't she? Amyrah considered doing so aswell. Though, she had already lost. "Amyrah." The mare spoke shortly, in mimick of the other's bitter tones, and stepped away from the stallion. She turned to face him and stare at him blankly, though she was doing an awful job with all of it, and her attention found itself on Tearless.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> what are you doing? -- tearless, 19:49:48 06/27/02 Thu (152.163.207.79)

don't tell me you're copying me!


the mare smirks slightly and nudges Amyrah's shoulder in a scolding gesture. "you do not want to act like me. that is how you scare the stallions away." she informs the female, an almost sad smile forming and then dying upon her lips as she resumes her apathetic state of indifference. i hate the world.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> you catch on fast.. -- tearless, 19:33:22 06/27/02 Thu (152.163.207.79)

but you'll still never understand.


cold snort flees from flarred nostrils as she reads his body language. then you will never achieve your desire. she informs him, her mass talking when her lips do not. she cynically notices the slight hint of surprise in his movements. "i follow with reason, you just have yet to unmask it. you have not yet told me your name, therefore you are nameless." she tells him rationally, turning her attention else where in obvious indifference.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> away... -- krystal, 15:52:29 06/28/02 Fri (152.163.213.77)

mmkay, tearless and all of my characters are going away on a vacation to canada for six days. i'll return on the third of july...DON'T GO AWAY FROM ME! hehehe, if i come back to empty threads i'll be upset. *nod* i'll be on for about two more hours, then i think we're gone...i might be gone before that...yew never know.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> /.Lowly snorts, shaking his head.\ -- Tears, 12:53:12 06/30/02 Sun (65.102.100.241)

/.Stretches at the loss of intrest of both, unsurprised, gaze lifting to find something else to settle on. Though still an ear lay in the direction of the mares, quietly step back is taken to offer them their leave if they so wished to do so. Without remark nor comment in shift of weight and lip, veiw scans the horizon then dare lift above to nudge the sky. Wind flairs about young beast, trying so hard to lift him, yet so mournfully letting him go when it realizes such a task is impossible. With a quiet sigh, once more focuses on the fems, wondering more than ever what it is they wanted.\

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ice wont mix with fire.. -- tearless, 21:51:41 07/04/02 Thu (205.188.201.201)

but that's okay...

i wasnt meant to fall in love.


creature of riddles and lies observes the stallion who reveals immediate and unexpected low self esteem in what might be surprise or envy, defined only in the complicated twists of her insane mind. "you step back as though you wish us to take leave." her voice spins a questioning murmur of indolent nature toward the once interested being, not particularly surprised that he appears to wish their departure...they are of no use to him, not today. gentle sigh barely makes it's way from parted lips as she descends her cranium to the terra firma, indolently grasping the emerald strands and tearing it from the earth greedily...but only to feign indifference. (whoo, miss me?)

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Lead -- Krisaad, 10:36:00 07/05/02 Fri (205.188.192.169)

Gray body splashed with freckle like coloring slowly approached the group. Egyptian Arabian type unaware of his own approach. Dark gray lightly dusted muzzle had been pressed to the earth pulling out it's life giving greenery. Guard had not been up as much as the hotblood had thought. Own thoughts carried his gotten away from possible danger until hunger collided lightly with the hoof of the young stallion. Lids opened fully revealing deep soil colored eyes. Hooves quickly rewound a few steps for the Arabian to lift his dipped head. Apologetic snort flew out of the large nostrils of the Equine. He stood frame had squared up well exercised muscles lightly pushing through the cut and bit grayed out coat. Actions were mostly soft and silent as the older Egyptian was not comfortable in this situation.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> caught in a cage.. -- tearless, 21:45:48 07/05/02 Fri (205.188.201.192)

of my own self esteem.


mare's eyes wash over the intruding fiend and her hearing devices momentarily crease against her cranium, giving off the warning of a huntress before she resumes the expression of indifference and detachment, as though she doesn't care if she lives or dies. it's like the rebellious youth in the age inbetween child and adult, when they pretend to wish freedom but really don't want to leave. she is forever stuck in this change, menacingly odious and cold, yet eternally vulnerable and immature. gentle sigh flutters passed the lips of the mammal as she shifts her attention else where, alluding to the fact that she is not concerned with her own safety...yeah, right. a huntress's natural instinct is to attack and to defend...she will never forget natural born reflexes.

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