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Subject: Beware The Raging Storms

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Storm

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Date Posted: 21:34:45 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

*curiosity is piqued whe Malussin comes i she looks back and forth beginning to get dizzy. SHe mare stops shifting her gze and gains her composure again and fixes her eyes on the small frightened black stallion*

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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 21:59:08 01/02/03 Thu

Frozen Dreams, languidly detaches his authoritative gaze from the pair of strangers, their presence had begun to pique his distaste. he could smell even fear on one of them. horrible as he was with emotion fear was one of the few exceptions. he alighted his gaze on the king, gauging the tone of his voice, but after a small struggle he gave up, once again acknowledging to himself that he really needs to work on this disadvantage.
auds swivell and remain fixed on the strangers through the time his acculi are otherwise engaged.
as the king approached the prideful stallion had changed his dominant poise to one of somewhat lesser authority. he recognized Malussinn as his king. out of the corner of one eye he watched the mare, her antics were to him only an idle amusement. the bronc was the epitome of conceit. he reeked of his pride and though his eyes gleemed with an icy impassivity it was obvious that fire burned not far beneath. he did, however, remain silent. awaiting the response of the other.