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Subject: w.arriors n.ever c.ry

Author: k.alina

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:45:53 05/09/05 Mon In reply to: Demon 's message, "Spawn of the dead" on 15:14:36 05/09/05 Mon of course, it was typical, the moment she truly began to injoy herself, someone had to butt heads with her and ruin things. it was sad, yes, but it had been happening for so long that she knew how to handle it. the problem came when she was pushed. as the stallion gets impatient and start his snapping and snarling rampage, she stiffens, her lobes lacing back against her skull, her teeth bared. ooooh! the little devil, she rent his flesh from his bones. the nerve! her voice snaps out, chilling and buisiness-like. and what ever gave you the notion that you could take to someone in such a manner and get the answer you wished? she snorts, her breathing coming with a harsh roaring in her throat. she was struggling to keep from attacking, as was her instinct. a low snarl slips from betwean her lips, fading to a slow hiss, like a snake's. untill the day i am treated with respect, i shall never go with you. or anyone else. her snarled insult is flung to the four winds, loudly, and unashamedly. she wastired to death of this prevailing thought that mares would be overjoyed to be offered a postition in a stallion's herd. as though they lived for nothing else then to be 'so-and-so's mare'. how dreadfully thickheaded of them. mares would not fall head over heels with anticipation of being someone's lead mare. she'd love to rule, true, but not as some trophy queen! she looks disgusted. .insanity is only a matter of perspective. repeat after me .. kalina record of birth .. arabic curr straitjacket .. tarnished silver identifying features .. baldface, wall eyes, four stockings abnormalities .. faulty hearing, partially insane i hit the line .. 14.1 sentance .. five years check one .. female out of .. silence after dark by .. yanwë cell number .. unnasigned cell mate .. none jailor .. Thowra (ouch, sorry, she's got very strong views on things) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject	Author	Date
Spawn fo the Dead	Demon	15:51:09 05/10/05 Tue
w.arriors n.ever c.ry -- k.alina, 20:50:43 05/11/05 Wed Days Are Lonely -- Lonely Days, 00:26:09 05/12/05 Thu .+.Christ compells you.+. -- .+.exorcist.+., 16:27:43 05/15/05 Sun Spawn of the Dead -- Demon, 18:29:27 05/15/05 Sun w.arriors n.ever c.ry -- k.alina, 20:32:41 05/15/05 Sun Spawn of the dead -- Demon, 15:19:57 05/16/05 Mon .+.Christ compells you.+. -- .+.exorcist.+., 18:44:25 05/16/05 Mon Spawn of the dead -- Demon, 20:16:19 05/16/05 Mon w.arriors n.ever c.ry -- k.alina, 21:02:59 05/16/05 Mon Spawn of the dead -- demon, 15:40:51 05/17/05 Tue