Beware the raging storm -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

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Subject: Beware the raging storm

Author:
Storm

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Date Posted: 20:17:07 01/02/03 Thu
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

*the mare notices the stallionns looks and looks back at him. He is a fine stallion but obviously afraid of the elder one. She snorts agitated. She looks betweent the three stallions keeping her eyes on FD and Euripedes wanting to see what happens*

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Malussinn
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Date Posted: 21:02:28 01/02/03 Thu

Oh dear. Malussinn approached at a heavy walk, his eyes busy as they scanned the small gathering of equines. What now? He could smell the aroma of fear coming from one of them and it took only a few steps more for him to be able to place the emotion on the younger of the two stallions. Snorting lightly, his gait slowed even more as he arrived at the scene; his gaze settling onto the older.

"I'm Malussinn. What offer do you have to give?" Inquired the black steed his own tone naturally thoughtful and quiet - the unusual voice of an evil, but a very good one he had found for his unusual self.