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Date Posted: 05:53:18 08/26/02 Mon
In reply to:
Striker((reincarnated))
's message, "enter---1 last time" on 18:29:50 08/25/02 Sun
*She catches a glimpse of the mahogany steed before he nears her - what a noisy arrival! A reassuring whicker is given to Splash of Paint* It'll be alright, love. Stay here and look after Sara, make sure she doesn't run out into the fray. I believe I can handle this one. *She takes several, long strides to one side, and squeals indignantly as the bronc dubbed Striker scoots up behind her. As if she wouldn't notice, as if she wouldn't protest! She hears his harsh words - such would strike fear into the hearts of many a cowardly mare, but no, not Satine. She whirls, facing the brute with gleaming eyes and bared incisors* You shall grace me with death? *She laughs scornfully, ears laced to rounded poll* Foolish bastard. *She briefly realizes that if Sara were to awaken, the youth would hear such words - though mild obscenities they were - but she didn't pay it heed. The filly would learn sooner or later, and why not now? At least it was her dam using profane language and not some rogue colt. She spits out her own creed with venomous tones, eyes narrowing in rage* I think not. Choose to 'steal' me from my territory, do you? You make me laugh, but not at your good humor. I pity you, Striker. What, did you think someone like me would not have picked up a few sparring techniques along life's road? *She dances to the side again, out of reach of the stud's searching nips, and circles him much like a predator stalks its prey. Darting in, a swift nip is placed to his haunches before a slight retreat is made in case of a kick. Tucking her head to chest cavity to protect vital organs, she rears up, slender frame and appendages making her quick and light on her feet. Forelegs bent, she crashes down on the male's back, hugging his sides with her hooves, nails swiping at the flesh of his barrel, the force of her landing - was it perhaps hard enough to pop or break some of the stallion's vertebrae? Such was hard to tell. Releasing him, she lands solidly on all fours and backs away* Now, my dear Striker. Will you choose to leave these lands now, or will you stay and endure more torment?
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