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Date Posted: 00:33:46 07/05/02 Fri
Author: Kronos
Author Host/IP: mkc-65-26-116-182.kc.rr.com / 65.26.116.182
Subject: With pestilence comes chaos...
In reply to: Mutahham 's message, "...pff..." on 18:08:49 07/04/02 Thu

Bay stud races after her, once again flinging his muscled bod before her. Hard bite is executed to the shoulder of she, and large body shoves her forcefully back the other direction. Hurt you? Maybe... He inflicts another bite, flinging a foreleg at her chest. Proving a point, most definately... Ebon tail lashes in anger. The point he was proving may be obvious only to himself and his injured pride, but the point still remained. His body knocks her again, provoking her to fight...which they did so well. He was in a mood, and he didn't know why. He paid no attention to the ebon femme, for she held no appeal to him now. He'd only gone after a claimed mare once, and she was his now. He glares at Mutahham, some deep anger manifesting itself upon her. He scarecly recalled that this 'tiff' was over him claiming another mare. He wanted a fight, but realized belatedly that he shouldn't be fighting with Mutahham. He abruptly backs off, his hard, dark eyes loosing the majority of their animosity. He stands. If she wants to go, she'll have to go around him....but he won't stop her.

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Replies:

.watch. -- .johara., 06:22:21 07/05/02 Fri
- ...indeed... -- Mutahham, 09:10:46 07/05/02 Fri
  - .anger. -- .johara., 09:52:43 07/05/02 Fri
    - Mel?... MEL?! -- Beth, 10:47:57 07/05/02 Fri
      - you mean "the thing" beth -- unknown -wink-, 10:54:44 07/05/02 Fri
        -growls- CARA! -- Beth, 11:07:33 07/05/02 Fri
        LOL -- Joharas Player, 13:23:58 07/05/02 Fri
        yeah beth... heh..... -- Mel, 13:59:12 07/05/02 Fri