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Subject: The two bow simultaneously

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Euripedes and Perseus

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Date Posted: 11:37:15 01/19/03 Sun
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

Thank you my liege

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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 12:47:23 01/19/03 Sun

the abrasive stallion lends a bored ear to the conversation, and nearly winces with obvious incredulity at the final utterances of Euripedes and Perseus. he castas a sideways glance with scathing intensity at the two strangers before him. his own m,idnight pools burn with the exuberance of fallen stars, malice infecting his poise and tainting his features. a derisive snort escapes him, accompanied by the blatant recoiling. pivotting grandly on his hind limb he turns from the situation in an opposite direction from that of their msot esteemed king. a flurry of nigrescent veil mark his leaving.
holding his crania to it's natural haughty plane he carries himself away at a rapid trot, mane billowing like a stygian veil behind him, and tail streaming to the wind as a flag would dance from it's pole. such a metaphorical gesture. for don't the drums of war beat faintly over our heads? hasn't the time come for flags and trumpets and armour? clashes of steel echo faintly throughout the terra as the conceited brujo prances from the meeting. his dusty pallid coat sparkles with the array of chrystalline droplets peppering it. surrounding himself in the comfortable aura of castle walls he resets his featuresin grim determination as he strides aft. the voices of his concious and subconcious chattering the complications.