Beware the Raging STorm -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

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Subject: Beware the Raging STorm

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Seductress of the Storm

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Date Posted: 19:51:04 01/01/03 Wed
In reply to: Euripedes and Perseus 's message, "*A short, aged, buckskin stallion walks into the territory with purpose in his step. He is followed by a taller, muscular, more youthful black stallion." on 12:43:46 01/01/03 Wed

*Feeling slightly out of place she sidles off to the side yet still watches*

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[> Subject: Masking all feelings

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Perseus
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Date Posted: 20:09:33 01/02/03 Thu

*His dark eyes raise towards the mare before him and he statres after her longingly. He is only a young stallion of seven, a wild heart cannot be tamed. He misses the touch of a mare. He shakes his long forelock away from his eyes and lowers them again. He will not risk the fury of Euripedes after his display at the snowball. He wonders what his master is planning, what his mind is concocting, and what role he must play in it. The buckskin in front of him is much smaller then he, but the observers can see that he holds a respect for him and almost a fear. The fear is easily masked by youth and strength.....and maybe a little magic.*