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Date Posted: 11:26:21 02/21/03 Fri
Author: Fallen Saviour
Subject: §You keep comin' back for more§
In reply to: Dangerous Impulse 's message, "Grand Entrance" on 14:13:04 02/20/03 Thu

~Pistons of charred brute carry him forth towards the other of similar hue swiftly. Auids prick forward as onyx orbs proceed to take in the visual of the newcomer. Halt is made before he, regal stance taken on by frame.~ "Welcome to this desert of sins. I am the reigning monarch, Fallen Saviour. Will ye be joining us here?" ~A grin plays across his maw as he awaits his reply.~

§I Looked Into Someone's Eyes Again, And It's Been All So Long§

(sure, i'll link his name to the picture, just like everyone else that has a pic also. kay?)


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[> [> Response -- Dangerous Impulse, 13:26:20 02/21/03 Fri

Acknowledging the inquiry, he nods sharply, absorbing the sense of dry amusement. "Indeed. If the honor is granted by the leads, that is." A tight grin crossing his muzzle, the stallion's eyes shift to survey the terra with mild interest.

(*Nods* Thank you.)


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[> [> [> ...choke.me... -- Asphyxiation, 15:07:56 02/21/03 Fri

...as.of.now.i'm.down.straight.up...
...and.i.can.turn.to.the.box.for.some.peace...
...or.a.box.for.a.piece...
...or.a.box.for.a.smoke...
...but.they're.all.gonna.choke.me...
...you're.so.crazy...
...enough.in.a.way.that.i'll.probably.say.you.destroyed.me...
...for.awhile.i.was.cleaner.than.now...
...then.i.started.to.destroy.myself...
...with.things.that.i.love.now.the.things.that.i.hate...
...until.it.finally.broke.me...
...take.my.life...
...choke.me...


Hellioness approaches the brutes, occuli scanning the new stallion. Soft nicker of respect is given to the matriarch as crania tilts curiously at the other, nares taking in his many scents.

(You're picture doesn't work because Geocities won't work on Voy... Saviour, will you please make the News not scroll? Just a suggestion cuz it takes me a while to read it that way...)


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[> [> [> [> Attention gathered -- Impulse, 15:50:22 02/21/03 Fri

Quirking a brow, his venomous gaze rests upon the mare. Words remaining solid stiff under the unbreakable coating of ice, a slight snort emits his flaring nostrils.

(Really? Ah, the mystery has finally come to an understandable conclusion, I see.)


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[> [> [> [> [> ...choke.me... -- Asphyxiation, 19:59:27 02/21/03 Fri

...as.of.now.i'm.down.straight.up...
...and.i.can.turn.to.the.box.for.some.peace...
...or.a.box.for.a.piece...
...or.a.box.for.a.smoke...
...but.they're.all.gonna.choke.me...
...you're.so.crazy...
...enough.in.a.way.that.i'll.probably.say.you.destroyed.me...
...for.awhile.i.was.cleaner.than.now...
...then.i.started.to.destroy.myself...
...with.things.that.i.love.now.the.things.that.i.hate...
...until.it.finally.broke.me...
...take.my.life...
...choke.me...


A soft nicker is given to the stallion, possibly a reply to his snort. Crania is lowered in some sense or respect as occuli continue to study the brute.

(Yeah, it's just Voy's way of being mean *sticks tongue out at Voy* I HATE YOU... sry, had a spastic moment, lol)


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[> [> [> [> [> [> Judgement Day -- Impulse, 08:35:11 02/22/03 Sat

Mocha eyes narrowing to focus clearly on Asphyxiation, his lobes flick as her vocals ring. Pate lifting to fight the beating of the wind, the stallion glances about the barren terrain, in search of liquid to moisten his parched throat.

(*Laughs* You need not apologize, as I can fully understand that. Although, if it was possible, I'd enjoy doing more than sticking out my tongue.)


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> §You keep comin' back for more§ -- Fallen Saviour, 13:34:43 02/22/03 Sat

~Occuli watch duo silently. Then low voice 'mitts to Impulse.~ "You are welcome to stay here my friend."


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Dry appreciation -- Impulse, 08:07:28 02/26/03 Wed

Nodding in gratitude, his attention shifts to Asphyxiation. The stallion places his cold black eyes upon the quarter horse, silently questioning her for a name.


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> §You keep comin' back for more§ -- Fallen Saviour, 08:39:23 03/01/03 Sat

~Steed backs away, knowing that he was not wished in the conversation anymore. Impulse had been accepted into this land, that's the only part of this conversion that he needed take part in at the moment.~


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ^ -- ^, 04:15:00 03/02/03 Sun


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Zoink! -- Impulse, 13:32:49 03/03/03 Mon


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ...choke.me... -- Asphyxiation, 13:02:14 03/09/03 Sun

...as.of.now.i'm.down.straight.up...
...and.i.can.turn.to.the.box.for.some.peace...
...or.a.box.for.a.piece...
...or.a.box.for.a.smoke...
...but.they're.all.gonna.choke.me...
...you're.so.crazy...
...enough.in.a.way.that.i'll.probably.say.you.destroyed.me...
...for.awhile.i.was.cleaner.than.now...
...then.i.started.to.destroy.myself...
...with.things.that.i.love.now.the.things.that.i.hate...
...until.it.finally.broke.me...
...take.my.life...
...choke.me...


Soft whicker was given to the steed, giving him an answer to the unspoken question. ...asphyxiation... Flaxen tresses dance with the wind while sunlight gives the palomino pelt slight shine. Charcoal occuli watch the brujo intently as crania is lowered slightly.

(Sorry, been busy last week and then away this weekend and last weekend, my computer was broken, so I hadn't been on much...)


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