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Date Posted: 16:43:25 05/02/04 Sun
Author: >>>Gingerbread<<<
Subject: >>>Can YOU Take A Bite Of Hell's Cookie?<<<
In reply to: 1984 's message, "war/death/famine/strife" on 15:54:24 04/25/04 Sun

The dark bay demoness trods over to the soon to be mother. She nickers and is happy to meet the first(and it would seem only) equine about. Her daggers lightly walk towards her and stop. She stands there. Her cocoa orbs looking at the figure eight. "Hello. Nice to finally meet you. Are you?..." She stopped her sentence not knowing who the flicka was or what she was doing. Her lungs hinted at laughter when she thought of the figure eight.

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[> [> war/death/famine/strife -- 1984, 17:59:11 05/02/04 Sun

æ 1984. The steel femme halts, feeling the extra weight. Her pregnancy had stripped her of niceties; her opinions were going to be bluntly stated, and possibly to the point of rudeness. Then again, she had never been good at the niceties required by civilized conversation. She is an impatient creature, and has been since birth. You are Gingerbread, I suppose? Her cynical gaze turned to the unfamiliar mare, she tests the strength of the ground with an ebony nail. æ


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[> [> [> >>>Can YOU Take A Bite Of Hell's Cookie?<<< -- >>>Gingerbread<<<, 17:03:07 05/03/04 Mon

She stared at the blunt vixen. Pregnancy...waiting so long for little ones to bug you. She has a filly. She still lives in the Evergreens. She sighs. Her lungs exhailing a deep whince. She did want to go home and yet didn't. Everything in DE had changed. She quickly refound herself across from the vixen. Her thoughts were no longer deep once she realized her long pause. If horses could blush...she did. "urmmm...That is me. You are...?" She did not know what to call the grey painted flicka. She waited for a response...she was probably going to get laughed at...


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[> [> [> [> war/death/famine/strife -- 1984, 18:43:28 05/05/04 Wed

- I am 1984. She drops her cynicism and smiles slightly at the new mare. That very thought seems funny to her, that a lead mare should be new to the territory. She smiles again, impatiently this time. The steely femme desperately needs to do something. She again tests the earth with ebony nail. -


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