/.Lowly snorts, shaking his head.\ -- Riphath

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Date Posted: 12:53:12 06/30/02 Sun
Author: Tears
Author Host/IP: 65.102.100.241
Subject: /.Lowly snorts, shaking his head.\
In reply to: tearless 's message, "you catch on fast.." on 19:33:22 06/27/02 Thu

/.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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