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Date Posted: 22:41:31 06/08/03 Sun
Author: Exist
Subject: x. distortion .x
























x. Ok, so maybe she was a bit arrogant about joining a place like this. Come on now Exist, we've talked about this, you judge way too quickly. But then again, they don't even fight like you do, which is insanely sad. Oh my gosh they don't even talk like you do and LOOK NO POSITIONS. This is very sad so why the hell is Exist here?

One word, terror.

She loved to terrorize people, whether it might be this one that had the place of queen that they called Pirate's Treasure, or another to pray on. Either way she would go out of here feeling a lot happier about her skills as a talker and a fighter. Hey, maybe we can challenge for the position of queen, this Treasure doesn't even stand a chance. I doubt she knows what the Elements are. How sad that she is stuck in this s***ty place they called Cascade Mountains. She knew she wouldn't find horses like Fane here so just step in, scar them all for life, and walk out.

Here we go Exist.

The bruja looked on the other with an overwhelming abhorrence. In her azure glinting occuli she held a fire that was eternally blazing, or maybe it wasn't fire, maybe it was Water. We'll never know. Anyway, her finely scupted pistons danced in the light of her beloved Luna, oh how she loved the moon. The pale fingers of light caressed her bodice lightly as she moved closer. Her velveteen lappets were pinned to her skull in a show of her own dominance. Oh yeah Treasure, that IS a challenge .x






How nice to live here. Not.



Imprisoned: Nowhere



Responds to: None



Chained to: None



Cell Mates: None










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[> ^All that is gold does not glitter^ -- ^Pirate's Treasure^, 03:29:59 06/10/03 Tue

(Oh how I LOVE you arrogant writers. Not. Anyways...)

Bottomless eyes looked upon the egotistical newcomer. She stretched her wings lazily to their full span, the bitter winds racing over the plain. Her rich voice echoed with laugher as she spoke to the arrogant one^

^Well, it seems you need to have eyes in your head, or must I put them there for you? There are positions in this land, if you'd actually look at the main entrance.^

^She stared down the competitor. She rolled her eyes laughingly, tucking her wings back. She kept her careless attitude, unruffled by the holier-than-thou attitude of the other^

^Ah, so you wish to challenge. Now, why don't you tell me why you can't go claim one of the other territories? You feel like trying to make me angry? Cause I'm telling you, you're going the wrong way about it, darling.^


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[> [> x. Maybe you're just blind .x -- Exist, 17:05:47 06/10/03 Tue

OCC: Don't take it personally. The whole POINT of RPing is to play someone else. And btw, with the positions thing she was talking about places like 5e and Infinity, if you want to see some I'll show you them.

x. Now it was Exist's turn to laugh, no duh she had seen the positions. They were pitiful. Not only do you just choose them by who comes first get them (and NOT judgment), but you have all of what, eight positions? Yeah, that's really accomplished, not.

The bruja looked at the one before her, Treasure thought she could see through EXIST? Yeah right. Go ahead, think you've unmasked Exist, but just before the clock strikes twelve you'll realize you were only knocking on another and then we'll be gone. Nope, she doesn't let people like you see the real her. It is much to soon to open to you, especially when you P R E T E N D to be carefree but I can see those flames in your occuli. Can you see the ones in mine?

Oh so you can flap your wings, can you Treasure? Ha ha, so can we. But with the help of these wings she'll absolutely flatten you in battle, though Exist thought they were a cheap way out. Give me a full flaming fight any day. You won't even know the names of the bones in your body we'll break. How very sad.

Exist's soft curtains where pulled back to reveal the cast of white beneath them. The speakers spewed a high pitched laugh that would make you laugh too. Though it wasn't nice, nope, it was deeply horrifying, mean and evil. Let the scaring begin .x

I don't know if I will challenge you, see as how I'd have to take your position. Though I could, just to show you how inexperienced you are. I don't want to claim one of the other territories because I picked this one. So you're stuck with me here, until I leave or get thrown out. I'm not really here to make you angry, though it seems to be working doesn't it now?


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[> [> [> ^All that is gold does not glitter^ -- ^Pirate's Treasure^, 05:30:32 06/11/03 Wed

((OOC: Thank the Lord, someone knows how to RP. Sorry for jumping on your case, it's just we recently had a similar character whos player was similarly arrogant to his character. My bad. By the way, could I see those links? I'm curious, I swear I'm not trying to be a b****.))

^Fire in her eyes? Nope. This newcomer had already lost any interest in the Anger Management area already. She nodded to the mare, slight curiousty invoked from the behavior of the hellion.^

^Aye, you can stay here. And by the way, if you prefer to think of it as being stuck here, you can live here, as it's the only Evil terra.^

^She cocked an eyebrow before she trotted off, her words lingering in the air, softly spoken^

^Unless, of course, you find the friendship of Lights to your liking.^


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[> [> [> [> x. Talk about redundant .x -- Exist, 09:29:22 06/11/03 Wed

((OCC: LOL! Thanks, yeah I used to play here and its really weird that I came back and I realized how many people here SUCK. lol. Sure, the best one (The Fifth Element) is closed. *sobs* (http://www.the-fifth-element.net) The layout is still up and you can get some sort of idea how amazing it was. It was a serious legend.

The second that is still up and fighting based is Paranoia, its run by Tipzy and its a lot of fun. We need a lot more players if you’d like to join lol, http://www11.brinkster.com/xparanoiax/obscure.htm

Don’t worry about getting mad, its totally understandable. I’m really surprised that you haven’t left this game yet, you have a LOT of potential. (I’m just speaking from what I’ve seen of your writing so far, I really don’t know your level if you are advanced). And yeah I do know ALL about arrogant players -shudders- they make RPing suck. Oh and I might be starting a game soon so you can check that out when I finish lol.))

x. So, as Exist watched Treasure she could see the emotions spinning in her head. Ha ha, had she won her over then? How very odd if Exist ended up liking it here. It could never even begin to compare to the Elements that she loved so. Oh god, the sea, Leviathan Sea, that was what it was called, her old home. She had loved it so much. Fate had steered her to Water and she loved it there whence her passion for Fire had burned out into ashes.

Now the roaming zephyr that floated lazily over glebe and mountain wove between the white feathers of her wings. She folded and refolded them slowly, carefully. She wasn’t used to these stupid contraptions, what had possessed the world to suddenly grant her with them was beyond her. She was a real horse that moved without the aid of these things, they were a way out, another escape. How very stupid. She didn’t need them for fighting, for walking, she didn’t need them for anything really. Though, Exist had to admit they complimented her smallish arabian frame nicely. Her azure occuli still held that glint of mischievousness but she was surprised at the change in Treasure’s tone towards her and that dampened it a little.

Maybe she had judged too quickly, again.

She expelled a breath loudly in her nares at the other femme’s comment. Lights? Exist had seen more battles and wars that this P I R A T E S T R E A S U R E ever would. Ha! Prefer the company of the Lights?! Now that was mean.

Exist couldn’t let her get away with that, nor would she. Since Treasure was only trotting she stamped her ebon stained pistons before setting them into a slightly faster three beat cadence. She drew to the side of the other and her mind flashed to all the fights she had had and a look of complete and the most potent rage enslaved her azure occuli. She realized she could body slam her hard and Treasure wouldn’t know what to do. She would break some ribs in the process, fracture the scapula and not to mention damage muscles and pinch nerves. But something in Exist held her own impulses back and she didn’t damage P I R A T E ‘S T R E A S U R E, rather she pulled even with her and spoke, the mischevious look back in her eyes .x

”The lights would run before I could even get there. The hoof beats of a real evil equine are like war drums and they flee from such. But seeing as this place is so, well, desolate, maybe the Lights would be an improvement. Though, on second thought, I could never stand their smell.”


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[> [> [> [> [> ^All that is gold does not glitter^ -- ^Pirate's Treasure^, 14:57:54 06/11/03 Wed

((OOC: Oh I definitely want to see your game when it's finished. Laiel and Jared are pretty good writers too, they're running amuck here somewhere or another. Those sites are awesome.

Yea, some of the writers here do suck, but they're trying. The biggest problem I have is no one will let their character die. So that screws war. I stay cause I'm hoping they'll eventually pick up on the idea of grammar. I'm something of a writer. I love language though, it's so much fun to play with!))

^The femme turned to face the other, a spark flickering in her eyes before she watched the equine evenly^

^Indeed they do reek. However, they like to play pretend that they can fight. Even though you do not seem to hold our fighting skills in high esteem, we have managed to hold our own with half their numbers.^

^She paused for a moment, thinking within her mind. This mare might be the help that she needed within the herd. Perhaps, instead of a Lead Stallion...perhaps. The mare seemed to have the experience and attitude but it seemed that her ego might get in the way of joint rulership.^


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[> [> [> [> [> [> x. Ok, let's count how many times we can say that .x -- Exist, 15:46:17 06/11/03 Wed

((OCC: Yeah, I really loved 5e. I only played it for like 3 months. It was seriously kickass. I think the thing I liked the most about it was that some of the players were in collage, some where 25, it was just a really intellectual crowd of writers. Paranoia will be awesome too when it gets on it's feet. I really do like it because it is another fighting based RPG.

Yeah, I don't really get on their cases a lot (but Exist does mwuhahahahaha) because I was just like them a while ago. Plus, they need a place to start, they will learn I hope lol. Yes, language is awesome, god created paradise when he made adjectives according to me. I love to write, maybe sometime I'll send you one of my stories, they're short though.

-points to post- am v. excited about this one, its v. pretty. -snugs Exist- I do think she's grown.))

x. You may have held your own but maybe that is because the rest of them can’t fight as well. Ha ha, reality hurts doesn’t it? But Exist bit back her venomous words. Maybe she was coming out of her super b#### mode? Possibly. Though she still had to give the others a taste of the snotty, arrogant Exist before she would level them. Though now she felt she had messed with Treasure enough and she lost the mischievous look and it was just her all-knowing deep blue eyes staring back at you.

When the other bruja paused Exist stopped too, she found herself opposite Treasure, staring back at her. Was that Exist, the cocky equid fidgeting under the gaze of another? I suppose it was, but her cockiness was lost and she had shed the sparkling masks and looked back with an untainted, true heart. How very odd.

Such a change had occurred with only with the consent of Exist, but once before had it come unwillingly. It was with Lirael, she mused, he had meant so much to her and it was the first time she had taken off her mask of pride and scorn for anyone. Love had grabbed a hold of her then and it’s grip was stronger than she could imagine. Soon, without her leave, it had let go and she had fallen into a pit of tar we call grief and there it almost consumed her. Though fighting it she struggled out, the moon whispering soft yet firm words of encouragement. How could she disobey?

Now in this moment, with the femme standing opposite her speaking, she couldn’t hear the words. Her mind’s arm was reaching, taking of the mask as the waves crashing inside her died and retreated on the tide. Now with the soft murmur of the small waves she reached out to P I R A T E’ S T R E A S U R E. She was grasping for something that was behind the body and exoskeleton that held her thoughts so selfishly. She reached for her mind, a bond even, a connection greater than this surface world could provide. Her senses heightened she could smell the Lights far away on the breeze, she could feel the hoof beats from he challenge area shaking the ground, now, will you take my hand? .x

”If they only pretend to fight then how do I know you do not do the same?”

x. Now her words seemed so distant so superficial. She was away from her body, floating in the air, whispering softly in Treasure’s ear. Let me tell you my story.

I’ve come from the Elements, my home there is no more, decimated, lost, forgotten. I go on without my beloved Lirael whom I loved so for he died in the wreckage of the boiling tide where we both loved and lived by the sea. He could not live without the Elements, he knew them for longer than I and so he perished. We fought with the aid of Water against equines studying the other elements, Fire, Wind and Earth.

The battles were intense. Over the roar of the four Elements you could hear the bone-shattering noises and screams of your fellow kind. I was only an equine then and I couldn’t fight well. There were three battles I entered and lost. In my fourth battle that was laid down as unfinished I fought my love, my Lirael. I would have lost had the battle continued but, the Elements left in an explosion of fury and sorrow. Now I mourn for them everyday, the people and the Water, but I will not forget them and what they taught me.

Lirael, he taught me how to love and be myself. Regicide, to trust and put faith in another. Hell’s Steal and Eminem, to not judge too quickly and have faith in those that you think are lower than you. Karida, to fight and to keep your respect and loyalty to a Queen that is overthrown. Hypo, to dance, have fun and laugh. How I loved them, all of them with all of me and now all I have is their dying screams on a retreating tide.

Such is why I come to you with an attitude. I have only known the best for a year now and my whole, my heart and body will never be the same. The bloodwashed grass calls to me now and that is odd since I hated it so when I first came. I know the taste of Victory now and even better I know the pain of Loss. I have grown since my ancestors laid hoof on these plains but I will not snub it since I do see that some equines who are worth talking to thrive here. And so I ask for your forgiveness and faith and I cast aside my mask. Now I ask again, will you take my hand? .x


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> ^All that is gold does not glitter^ -- ^Pirate's Treasure^, 16:23:50 06/11/03 Wed

((OOC: Sweet. I'm actually writing a book (yes, I am crazy through and through) but I love it. I'd love to see some of your work, it sounds awesome. Pirate's such a softie underneath it all *hugs a very annoyed looking Treasure*))

^She did not speak during Exist's tale, understanding of her past turning in her mind. She waited a few moments before speaking, her mind speaking for her, softly^

^I know I cannot truly understand your pain, Exist, but perhaps with time, here, the pain may ease. I cannot promise that it will go away, but perhaps, just perhaps, it may heal. My hope is that perhaps you could make another home here...amoung a different people.^

^She reached out mentally with a "hand", taking Exist's "hand", holding on to her^

^I will take your hand.^


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> x. Number one .x -- Exist, 06:50:25 06/12/03 Thu

((OCC: Yeah lol! I could never write a book, I can never get my stories long enough lol. Sorry its short, I'm at school. But yeah Exist is a softie too. *feeds her a tomato*))

x. A sensation of emotion washed over her. It was a delightful mixture of relife, happiness and deep-rooted sorrow. How she did miss the Elements so, but at the same time she was beginning to see the good things about this place. Exist changed so fast that she didn't think she did her feelings justice sometimes. Maybe that is why she has kept this feeling of horrible sorrow for so long. Or maybe it just hurt that much.

She looked upon Treasure with a new eye, without those other ingredients in it, raw and whole. She was glad when she took her offer and she knew she had her newest ally, maybe, best friend, but you never know .x

"Thank you for you vote of confidence. But now, tell me about yourself?"


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ^All that is gold does not glitter^ -- ^Pirate's Treasure^, 08:16:21 06/12/03 Thu

((OOC: That post was better than some people here will do in a year. No worries, lol. Yea, I just keep getting ideas and I somehoe weave them together into on stewpot of insanity that somehow people understand. I just don't have the patience to sit down and write it all out, lol.))

^She regarded the mare with a new respect, glad to have her as a friend rather than an enemy. She returned the other mare's tale with a story of her own, the twisted tale of her life that had not begun so long ago^

^I am not as old as many make me seem. Life is not the gentlest of caretakers and many assume too much. My heritage is blurred. None seem to know that truth. Some say I am the daughter of Awakening Dragon, one of the most feared leaders known to the mythicals here. His name was whispered in fear, now a legend to scare little ones off to bed. If he is my father, they say that a mare named Poisoned Rose is my mother. Yet, others say that I am the daughter of his sister, even more feared than than the Dragon himself. Deadly Seductress. To be visited by her is the seal upon your death. She was and still is known as a shadow of death.

Yet none seem to know the truth.

Brother and sister raised me in a distant land where they still rule, leaders of a powerful empire. War began as the Lights became evermore willful and rebellious. The people had been soundly defeated by the military genius of Awakening Dragon, and the leader brought down by the wiles of Deadly Seductress. They had decided to let some of the Lights live simply as an amusement for their empire. I went with Dragon on the campaign against them just as I began to walk. As I grew older, I learned to kill, murder, and torture, and to find an exhilaration in it all. Then Deadly Seductress saw me as a threat.
I was nearly two years of age, and I had learned the ways of Seductress and was beginning to employ them to take out the enemies of the empire. Seductress grew jealous, as beauty fades with age. Do not get me wrong; she was a well preserved old thing and I loved her dearly. But bitterness poisoned her mind. Awakening Dragon sent me to his old home so that Seductress would see no competition. So thus I came here to this blood-washed hollow while it was being led by Dragon's son, Cruel Fate. He was quickly proven to be a bad leader and I took his place. He left with Dragon and has not been heard of since. The idiot likely got himself killed. Thus I have lived here as leader for the past two years, waiting for the right time to strike. Evil here is like a viper-we strike once in a soft spot, and then let the venom do its work. The leader of the Lights has fallen inactive, and we have one of our greatest road blocks in a stranglehold. There is one other that stands in our way, but she will will quickly fall, as she has many little ones. The last enemy that we face is the one they call Rialisk. Yet even he can easily be helpless, as his sister is still in the clutches of my father's army. Soon, the time will be ripe to strike, but we wait for the right people to come. You might be the one I have seen in my dreams, the fighter we need.^

^The pieces began to fall together as the mysterious dreams began to twist toghter, connections made^

^You just might be the friend I need.^

^A smile began as thoughts whirled inside her head, demonic thoughts forming and writhing inside her potent mind. Ancient words, a prophecy in dreams, a soothsayer's mumbled words^

^Cry of a demon,
a masked stranger
stand by the side
of the sea-raider's gold
and the sun shall shine
Nevermore.
Strike quickly and now
Good will fail in the night
to the Amazon trinity.^

^She paused for a moment, the clouds roiling with an impending storm. Lightening flickered in the distance, thunder rolling over the land like drums of war^

^It speaks of those here. It speaks of Demon Cry-the cry of a demon. Sea-raider's gold is myself, and the masked stranger...it cannot be any other but you. You came, not with a physical mask, but one of the mind. You are the last of the trinity that I was waiting for.^

^A prophecy shall be fufilled^


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> x. And so the plot thickens .x -- Exist, 11:38:39 06/12/03 Thu

((OCC: LoL! Thanks a bunch. I love the plot twist by the way!! We were very taken aback! -pets Exist- Masked stranger. Mwuhaha.))

x. A masked stranger? Wow, did Exist has some sort of purpose in life? That was unexpected wasn't it? But somehow she didn't find it funny, she found Treasure's words somber and serious, sending a shiver down her spine. It was a rush of anticipation at the thrill of a fight and nervousness at having to live up to a reputation.

A prophecy, about her?

As the light and happy zephyr changed to an ominous and deadly gale. The tears of the gods came in sheets, crashing down upon the earth, soaking Pirate and Exist both. Though she could not hear it so well. She was still floating about the clouds, away from this surface world that she hated so. Her tassels were soaking, indivual tears dripping one by one from the strands of hair that decorated her neck. A crack of rage and anger split the now inky swirled welkin above them.

As she stood there, azure eyes to Pirate's own, she could see into her mind, words were useless now and she let the nature around her take center stage. The thunder roared but she was repeating the words Treasure had just spoken in her mind. A masked stranger, Exist, the one they had spoken of. She would be the friend that this place needed, she could do this. She always had been active in the places she lived in, greeting new people, making new allies...

Time had said it was an honor to know her and she encouraged the ones around her to strive for their best. Well, if it was true she'd need it.

When she spoke it wasn't really classified as speaking, it was more a whisper, to herself but she knew Treasure had heard it .x

"Then I will fight for this place as soon as you want me to."


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ^All that is gold does not glitter^ -- ^Pirate's Treasure^, 14:34:02 06/12/03 Thu

((OOC: Oh I love throwing curveballs at characters. Exist and Treasure are about to have some fun kickin butt))

^She let the gale surround her, wrapping itself like a cold blanket. She made no move to shift the water from her, letting it pour down her. A little rain couldn't hurt anybody, now could it? She nodded to the vix', then spoke softly, her power wrapping the words in a feeling of power. She controlled emotions well, as it was her power^

^Thank you, Exist. I am sure, just from seeing you as you are now, that you will not fail me or all of Bloody Hollow.^


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> x. The prophecy unfolds .x -- Exist, 13:39:06 06/13/03 Fri

((OCC: That they are. lol. When do you think they'll start?))

x. Lightning slashed through the blackened welkin, illuminating their forms in the heat of the moment. The weather had been disgusting lately, when it wasn't pouring it was as if someone had poured invisible molasses in the air. Humid and sticky was all it had been, when it wasn't soggy.

The gale was a welcomed change in the motionless air, even if it did pelt them with slicing daggars of tears. A roll of thunder cracked above them, it's vibrations shaking the muddy ground beneath her ebon tallons. Yet, with all that was going on around her, her eye contact remained firm with Treasure. She could die here, in this moment, why? I don't really know, she was sad and the morose air dripped from her, drowning her silently. Yes, silent sorrow had always been her nature, maybe it was her mother's name. Wow, I just realized how wierd it was that Exist never mentioned her parents. Do you have any Exist? Well, of course you do, you are in existence right?

That's where you're wrong.

She doesn't exist stupid, therefore, why would she have any parents? She was a glitch in the world you know today, she looked like you but she wasn't born, just, well, made. She only existed in other people's memories. No one to love her, no one to care she had roamed for a while. Then she found the Elements. Though, the question is, if you erase the other people's memories, who can tell you that you exist? .x

"You're welcome. I will try my hardest not to fail the ones here, but I am weak inside, be it with sadness or in a physical sense. I will either die on the battle field or live in honor, it is the two extremes.


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[> [> ..Fear.. -- KF, 20:23:19 06/10/03 Tue

..Centaur trots over to watch the newcomer..


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[> [> [> x. FEAR OF WHAT? .x -- Exist, 09:40:06 06/11/03 Wed

x. Exist almost fell to the green carpeted loam laughing. Her whole bodice run with that preppy medicine that people call laughter, that bubbly sensation. So he, "Trotted over to watch the newcomer". How insanely discriptive! Let's all bow down to the king of painting a picture with words, not! Come on now Fear, you can at least tell me what you look like, what you're feeling, what you think and the weather, can't you? Or would that exceed your vocabulary of twenty words?

Now now Exist, watch it. Your tounge is a double edged sword and it hurts more that a real one. The heaviest blade in battle is not the battle axe, nor the samurai sword, but rather it is the tounge. If you did not have it you wouldn't have had war.

She looked on, azure occuli taking in the viridescent moors. The slight gale blew around her, touching ever part of her bodice, cooling her in the high noon hell's face. The wind sent her tassels into a complete disarray and now they looked something like dred locks upon her finely conditioned crest.

Her coat glinted in the sunshine as she moved, sending cascades of light down her inky hued pelt. Snore, he seemed so very boring, but then again Exist was never one to not greet people. She even greeted Steal. Odd, isn't it? .x

"Hello Killer's Fear."


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[> [> [> [> ..Fear.. -- Killer's Fear, 17:19:57 06/11/03 Wed









...You know it's all just a game i'm playing...

...Don't think that you can find a way in...

...That's what i'm saying...

...Oh if you want to have a go...

...I just wanna let you know...



Actions and Thoughts

..Rolls his eyes back. What was with mares? He had never been able to guess out made them act as this. Was is PMS? Shakes his head sending his brown curls into his sight. Bushed them out and looked at Exist. A plain old mask of boredom on his face. Exist was...hmm..a slow-witted creature, who could out talk anyone like most mares could. She was slow-witted, no reason why she should be told why. O'well back to reality. "'Ello Exist"..


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[> [> [> [> [> Re: ..Fear.. -- Ray, 17:21:38 06/11/03 Wed



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[> [> [> [> [> Ok, I want to be able to see my post before I post it...Read this one please. -- KF and Ray, 17:24:55 06/11/03 Wed









...You know it's all just a game i'm playing...

...Don't think that you can find a way in...

...That's what i'm saying...

...Oh if you want to have a go...

...I just wanna let you know...



Actions and Thoughts

..Rolls his eyes back. What was with mares? He had never been able to guess out made them act as this. Was is PMS or one of the others things mares went thru? Shakes his head sending his brown curls into his sight. Bushed them out and looked at Exist. A plain old mask of boredom on his face. Exist was...hmm..a slow-witted creature, who could out talk anyone like most mares could. She was slow-witted, no reason why she should know. O'well lets get back to reality. "'Ello Exist"..





Time: Ageless

Gender: O' Harder

Built: Centaur

Lives: Bloody Hollow




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[> [> [> [> [> [> x. Personally, I'm not scared .x -- Exist, 06:37:14 06/12/03 Thu

x. No reason why I should know? Ha ha ha. Right, yes you're just oh so special. Oh yes, the horrifying story of Killer's Fear where his parents were so mean to him and he went on a killing rampage. Oh you know I'm so right, I'm like all the rest of them? Take a look in the mirror you are just like I was, maybe worse.

The bruja watched this centaur. Wow, look, life! She sniffed his scent, it was different, she thought it might have been unique to the centaurs. Possibly. Storing his scent under a title labeled "Killer's Fear" and watching his image and body language. Well now, let's talk about that fateful 'y' chromosone, you all thought you were better than us. With a little more testosterone you may be stronger but stronger and better are way different. P.M.S.? That's what you like to blame it on when its your fault .x

"And how do you fare?"


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