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Subject: Just moving it back to the top

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Euripedes and Perseus

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Date Posted: 06:35:15 01/18/03 Sat
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

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[> Subject: *Blinkers...* Oops, I didn't see that. Now I do. Now I'll reply. *Grin*

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Malussinn
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Date Posted: 12:46:01 01/18/03 Sat

His expression?- 'twas A lazy-eyed one; lids falling half-closed over gleaming balls, the sharply shining plume swirling and curling around relaxed hocks with the same deadly attention, and seeming disinterest, as a venomous snake. And although his threaded tones held the same lazy - and yet alert - pose as his frame, it rippled with other emotions expressed and suppressed specifically by the embers embedded delicately in the dish-plated visage of the King.

"Of course, Euripedes. You and your apprentice are welcome. Please... make yourselves at home." Sparing naught a glance for the apprentice, for whom he felt a trace of pity, the steed but turned around upon blunted scythes, and left the two to their own... limited... devices.