.::**To Late***::. -- Misty Hollow

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Date Posted: 19:12:19 09/08/02 Sun
Author: Dark Conquest
Subject: .::**To Late***::.
In reply to: Wind 's message, "*The South Wind Blows Near!*" on 18:39:23 09/08/02 Sun

A stronger presence of evil fills the land as the raven stud enters, Pure Evil and their foal at her side. He nuzzels her gently then trots off, his strides strong and powerful. His nostrils flare, tasting the air. Suddenyl a scent fills his nostrils and his bbody fills with rage. HIs blazing eyes glance around, searching for the pinto stud, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous fire, one to beware of by all of masculine kind. He then spots the pinto stud, and his blazing eyes fill with hate and rage. His ears pinn, and his teeth bare, his blazing eyes gleaming with hate. He suddenly gallops toward him, his strides strong and swift, his teeth ment to kill. As he nears the pinto stud he rears, his forelegsa lashing out dangerously close to Wind's head. He lands and then wirls around, lashing out with his onxy hooves, sending Wind flying to the ground. he then rears once more over wind's head, his eyes gleaming dangerously. He then lands right next to Wind's head which could have been fatal. He then snaps in his face, sending him a warning, for next time he might not be so lucky. Wind was a fool to come into these lands. he then backs off slightly, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire, for next time there would be no mercy. He then rears , lashing out, anoucing his victory and then he wirls away herding his mares away deeper into the territory, disappearing in the mist...

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Replies:

No so fast -- Firestorm, 06:15:43 09/09/02 Mon
- >::** How Wrong You Are**::. -- Dark Conquest, 15:12:50 09/09/02 Mon
  - I am the Wind! -- Wind, 15:22:10 09/09/02 Mon
    - Quit Power Playing! -- Conquest, 16:00:00 09/09/02 Mon
      - Evil -- Firestorm, 17:00:40 09/09/02 Mon
        Re: Evil -- Pure Evil, 17:12:01 09/09/02 Mon
        Re: Evil -- Firestorm, 17:15:23 09/09/02 Mon