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Date Posted: 15:19:54 07/06/02 Sat
Author: dulce
Author Host/IP: 247-5.73-24.tampabay.rr.com / 24.73.5.247
Subject: �hmm,, �
In reply to: Kronos 's message, "With pestilence comes chaos..." on 12:20:01 07/06/02 Sat

�a swift breath of mockery is released as the grulla intakes the words directed toward her. she eyes the stud as his form shrinks with distance, both relieved and suspicious, remaining silent before issuing to the nymph. what you mean to question is why should i bother having inner thoughts, feelings, opinions? she is pleased with what she had said, though wary of the consequences. with means to irk the dame, the grulla arches her neck in purposeful vanity, pursuing in the direction of the virile at a smooth, elegant trot, posing for all to see, deep down hoping it would somehow vex the fem. although a bit piqued by the stud's mistreating tone, she would let it go without any emotional retaliation and put a hold on the precious offer, if hopefully that were possible. she would take the risk. and, if the mare could not hold in her belligerency, the slate was free to elude the clutches of the cadre. lobes attent upon nearing the stud, her nostrils flutter in truely faux friendliness. a dare was sent to hover about Mutahham's head, let's make this interesting,, �

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...wanna play?... -- Mutahham, 16:37:49 07/06/02 Sat
- �well, a tid bit.. yea,, � -- dulce, 17:17:37 07/06/02 Sat