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Subject: Malussinn>>


Author:
Euripedes
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Date Posted: 11:39:34 01/19/03 Sun
 Can I offer my services and those of Perseus to help you with this mutiny business? *His eyes twinkle mischievously, his respectful tone masks one of humor.*
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[> Subject: \/ .insidious. .shade. \/


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 13:12:50 01/19/03 Sun
Mutiny? The double-barred glance of the King avoided the grinning player who sat behind the keyboard strings- of course she knew of this and of course she had thought it funny not to inform him, to keep him ignorant. He restrained a sigh that would tell of all his frustration. Very well, a mutiny... he would have to prepare, he supposed.

"Of course, Euripedes. The services of yours and Perseus are indeed welcome." A gleaming dagger raises to snap irritably at the earth, the optics ignoring the errant dagger with disdain. Time then seemed to take the King in its hold, and he appeared to forget about the other stallion's presence as he drifted thoughtfully into a dark, infinite space that allowed him to stretch his mental capacities as he explored his potential in case of a battle. He didn't like what he saw, but then, he never had. Restraining a sigh, he removed himself from the relief of solitude that was invitingly offered by oblivion, to return his gaze to the wizard. "What do you suggest I do?" He asked of the stallion spontaneously, his stare suddenly piercingly as they attempted to burn into the other's mischievious pools.

[> Subject: [a soulful tale of long ago]


Author:
Syndic
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Date Posted: 14:40:08 01/19/03 Sun
Sera laisse' feu vif, mort cache',
Dedans les globes horrible espouuantable.
De nuict _ classe cit, en poudre lasch,
La cit, _ feu, l'ennemy fauorable.



Having not taken many steps since his entrance Syndic had mutely observed the spontaneaous meeting with intent. his auditives stopped their radar-like motions to focus attentively on it. tipping a lactescent mug into the wind the stallion inhaled the richly tainted aroma of the valley. concentration schooled his features and he turned, striding nose first toward the conversing pair. he allowed the voices to drone their words into his cerebrum whil he channelled some of his attention to carefully navigating the icy terra. as he drew nearer he sensed the warmth of equine forms, and halted his akward gait. tipping his pate to the heavens and his mug to the earth he llowed his body to settle comfortably into the positions his extremities had deemed safe. stygian hooves clung tenaciously, and almost stubbornly to the snow blanketed ground as he affixed hi boa in an artful arch. sinew characterized the ivory marble that was his hide. blinding locks hung nonchalantly along his boa, forelocks intruding without hesitation upon his range of vision. but indeed his irises had yet to lock upon the creatures he hear engaged in speech, and a milky blue tainted their surface. encompassing the world in a single unmoving glance he had no need to meet the eyes of these others.

but he took great interest in what was said. as was characteristic of his nature he neglected the polite bobbing of a head. merely imposing himself like a great niveous cloud upon the sun. asserting no words to the ongoing engagement he stood by in placid silence, observing in his own way. the chill winter breeze bit his dermis with greater determination than usual. troubling tidings they carried, these winds.

the distinction of a glazing over his eyes to signify lapse into thought failed to differentiate itsef from any other expression to touch him, but unmistakably he delved into the drowsy state with an advantage over others. how ironic that is.. an advantage wraught from a disadvantage. his ability to perceive the goings on and maintain a steady level of consciousness, brought about by his inability to visualise the goings-on. to recognize the shape and color of the speakers, the expressions they wore upon their pallets.

what was that? a mutiny they said. civil war is upon us. quel malheur. the snow-hued steed whickered lowly, the equal of a low-pitched whistle no doubt, that signified his surprise. and what will you do, Malussinn? to guard your throne?


There will be unleashed live fire, hidden death,
Horrible and frightful within the globes,
By night the city reduced to dust by the fleet,
The city afire, the enemy amenable.

[> Subject: Oh, you didn't know?


Author:
Euripedes
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Date Posted: 16:29:43 01/19/03 Sun
*His tone was sarcasticically sweet. He knew full well that Malussinn had no idea of an uprisal of his beloved subjects. he enjoyed being the bearer of bad news.* Word of mouth spreads quickly. Aerial and Frozen Dreams have not been very covert about their intentions.

Personally, I think it should be quelched before their is a problem. *He can't help his condescending tone, it is just his nature.*

Would you like me to show you what they are up to as we speak?
[> Subject: questions and answers


Author:
Syndic
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Date Posted: 19:18:20 01/19/03 Sun
The niveous steed turns his crania only slightly, in the direction the last vocal pronunciation was issued from. Aerial. that name was familiar to him. and with the name came another quatrain. he grimaced mentally at it. the predictions were bothersome.. half the time he could not even control the utterance of them, and the other half he didn't realise it. he knew he had said something upsetting to the mare, for she had quickly ended their conversation, but he hadn't imagined until now that it waas a poem he had spoken.

sighing inwardly the ivory mascu turned his sightless gaze on the spaeaker, and inhaled the fragrance that the breeze brought to his nostrils. this one smelt of trouble. he said nothing of it, and withheld the instinct to step forward and touch this other brute. -- for a brute it was, ofcourse, no female carried the particular diverse aroma, or the resonating depth of a male voice.

he could see what they were doing? right at the second? what a power that was.. for one without the first sight, a second was only an unfulfillable dream to haunt his sleep times. but on the other hand, was that not inasion of privacy? did it not overstep the boundaies of formality that we follow? i suppose after individuals declare themselves opposed to the ruling monarch we revoke their fundamental rights. but still.. a useful tool that was.. to see the actions of others.

another thought caused a half smile to envellop his pallet, as the breeze stirred his sun-bleached mane and tail he ventured forth his first quiet speech. the words were masked in the low tone, his voice was a clear baritone, and yet the individual words were difficult to catch, to hold on to. the timber suggested his youth and the volume his age. for he had both - youth and age - one of physicality, one of mentality. with the loss of his sight he lost his childhood, and was required to quickly adapt to the ways of the adults.

excuse my interruption, but ultimately wouldn't stopping the duo before they launch their attack and awaiting their first move amount to the same thing? an isolated battle for control.

his features retain the passive smile and thoughtful observation they displayed upon his arrival, piqued by the tip of his head to portray his intent as he spoke. the words were only logic. though it did appear he was trying to protect the mutineers as they gathered their legs beneath them. realistically the stallion was undecided on his standing in all of this. he was fresh meat on the terra, had no authority or strength and would be of little use to either side.

however, poetry lilted through his psyche. and definitely there was a side he should be on. the music echoed throughout his labyrinth mind and set off alarm bells. but it was for him this song. his music, his rhythm. he was spared a pitifully futile attempt to subdue it from his voice.

[> Subject: mrr.. didn't mean for the font to be so big. apologies


Author:
me!
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Date Posted: 19:20:05 01/19/03 Sun
[> Subject: ^.Curiousity Has Only Killed Cats...Not Slaves.^


Author:
Jin.rai
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Date Posted: 19:37:25 01/19/03 Sun
^.The slave of the afore mentioned Frozen Dreams stood not far away. Lobes flickered gently. So, there was more to FD's association with Aerial than meets the eye. Perhaps this would explain his little mood...perhaps not. The fem appeared thoughtful, without the arrogance she often attempted to portray. She kept a reasonable distance, maintaining a respectful stance, the one of the slave daughter in the presence o' royalty.^

[> Subject: *His head turns to the stallion that has now entered the conversation.*


Author:
Euripedes
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Date Posted: 07:12:45 01/20/03 Mon
I am afraid that I am not much of a military leader. I know very little of what would be successfull and what would not be.
[> Subject: \/ .insidious. .shade. \/


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 13:50:09 01/20/03 Mon
He had watched silently the snow-hued stallion arrive and settle himself directly within the conversation, insert his view, and passively withdraw for the reply. It was then that the voice of the other entered the realm of thoughts, and he turned his gaze upon the wizard with a touch of amusement glittering in his bloodied eyes.

"I don't believe we should intrude upon their plans, Euripedes, they might be a tad resentful of such an arrogant step taken on our part." The thoughtful gaze gradually included not only the wizard, but also Syndic, and... Jin.rai. "Aerial and Frozen Dreams, eh? I suppose they are gathering supporters. You, might I know your name?" He asked cordially of the new arrival, his tone respectful even if his words were a touch arrogant and even controlling.
[> Subject: *His voice never changing from the arrogant sarcasm*


Author:
Euripedes
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Date Posted: 14:03:15 01/20/03 Mon
As you wish my liege. Don't hesitate to call upon me if needed. *He slowly trots away, wondering what will be of this mutiny.*
[> Subject: ^.What Might I Be Getting Myself Into?^


Author:
Jinrai
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Date Posted: 14:09:52 01/20/03 Mon
^.Bleached phina is caught of gaurd, starting mentally as she relizes his inquiry is directed at her. Lobes turned back respectfully as she stepped forth, pistons carried the fae lightly close enough to speak. Bluish gems rose to the king when she spoke, her tone soft, courteous.^


"Jinrai your highness."


^.She did not taunt within of speak sarcastically. She had no reason to, as far as she had seen the King was level-headed. Not overly arrogant etc. she had no reason to spite him. Jinrai often suited her personality to those she was immeadiatly associating with...she was...adaptive. The fem allowed her gaze to glide briefly over the other two, momentarily inspecting her company before awaiting a reply from the patriarch.^

[> Subject: frozen wasteland


Author:
Syndic
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Date Posted: 14:32:37 01/20/03 Mon
the bleached stallion observed the reply to his commentary with a quiet smile and a nod to emphasies. when again the king spoke the niveous steed lifted his sightless gaze to rest upon the general vicinty of the monarch. it was only a polite gesture. there was not much point in it, and usually he preffered to keep his eyes on some fixed point. where he could feel there was light. as it was about the only thing they still recognized. he heard the added response and turned his head in every which way as the mishcievious voiced brute left their presence, and another drew forward. he hear malussinn's request but, unable to decipher from the tone, or supply such information as he needed from the eyes of the brujo he listened to his neighbour's reponse and decided to add his own introduction wih it. Jinrai. Malussin. Aerial. Frozen Dreams. Euripedes. he kept the names boxed within the cathedral of his psyche, locked in a room for rerfrence, attaching voices to names as he gradually navigated the maze of equids. in his quietly sure way he inserted his few words and hung back in the silence once more.

Syndic, sire.

dipping his mug slightly as he did so. only an inch, no more. not because he was disrespectful. more because he wasn't exactly sure he was facing the right way. beating down the impulse to take another step forward and touch a whither or a flank with his cheek, to gain a more profound image of size, shape, texture. along with that urge he quieted the questions that would provide him with other answers to what he missed. instead he dammed the river of his thoughts and considered instead the quatrain. the poem this meeting had first brought to his mind. it could be important; if he ciphered it correctly. or meaningless babble to epress that the winter would end early this year. either way it nagged him as he attempted to pick ou which of the breezes carried the proper scnet from the proper direction.
[> Subject: .\. always watched, always watching ./.


Author:
Thunderwave
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Date Posted: 16:40:17 01/20/03 Mon
The bronc gazed upon the gathering from some distance away, his sharply tuned flutes taking in the slightest articulation whether it be a mere whisper, or a rumbling rant. Sternly the gaze of the lone observer came upon the ebony King. No loyalties held him to the weak light-lover but blood, and only half-blood at best. Vocalizing a slight snort of vexation, the dark form broke the stance that had been taken by the side of the valley, quickly carrying the turbulent spirit towards the younger brother.

"Fool."

He muttered such things softly, under the breath that left not an inch from his side unbidden. It would do himself, nor the King, to hear such pessimistic utterings. After all, it wasn't as if the throne was the worst thing the younger stallion could lose, it wasn't as if his life depended on such a trivial honor. His own charcoal banner whipped in the wind as he passed the slave of the traitorous Frozen Dreams, a few stray hairs brushing lightly, if accidentally, against her flank before moving on. Halting some feet before Malussinn, he released a sharp whicker that called for acknowledgement before stating his greetings.

"Hello, Malussinn. You appear to have gotten yourself into quite a dilemma."

The piercing gaze of the stallion wavered to include momentarily the exiting arrogant and the blind snow-hued stallions. A very slight smile flickered in his steady glance. Then it returned fully to the younger brother, the adored younger brother...? Perhaps, and perhaps not, though he certainly had never been the obligated pest. Maybe that was why Thunderwave now stood here, offering his aid to the King instead of to Frozen Dreams and partaking in the mutiny; he couldn't let his brother down now, could he?

"I thought you might be needing some assistance, but it appears that you already have enough aid in the area of advice...?"


\-the thunder of eternity-/
\-death's puzzlement-/
\-Thunderwave-/

[> Subject: \/ .insidious. .shade. \/


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 15:22:38 01/21/03 Tue
Malussinn nodded with each name given, his contemplating eyes following the direction of the vocalization as the two speak in turn. His gaze paused upon Syndic, narrowing slightly as he noticed a peculiarity of the stallion that had not been clearly apparent to him before. "Thank you, Jinrai, Syndic." About to say more, his attention is caught by the dark stain against the horizon as the blood-bay gallops to them, seemingly eager to join the conversation. An emotion that might be even relief tints his eyes as he recognizes the stallion.

"Ah, Thunderwave." He greeted the new arrival politely and even warmly, his muzzle reaching to briefly touch against the other's dial. Quickly he guessed the meaning of the question, and turned to introduce the two to his brother. "Jinrai, Syndic, this is Thunderwave." Declining to mention the unclear relationship they shared, as it was - to his knowledge - not widely known and the brothers had never cared to emphasize it; he merely gave the required name.

"I take it you've heard of this mutiny, Thunderwave?" He asked wryly, his head tilted a degree to one side as he watched his brother inquiringly.
[> Subject: lands of the lost


Author:
Syndic
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Date Posted: 15:57:47 01/21/03 Tue
and another. he had hear this one approach however, and the action had not been so immediate or brisk. the sightless stallion had had time to register the crunchings of snow beneath the hooves, he'd caught the scent and the hint of a voice on the wind. as his name was spoken he tipped his mug again, respectfully, if reservedly, in what he was near positive was the right direction. so as not to submit any of the others to a prlonged dose of his rather unsettling stare he turned his face forward again, blonding locks ruffeld in announcement of their disapproval before settling themselves once more against his neck. the breeze shifted as once again the word utiny rose to the conversation. with angst and a knot in his stomach another verse rose to his lips, though they remained fixed in a terse line his head spun with the simple of efforts. but his head turned slightly, and, defting all possible logic, the pupilless milky blue obs of the niveous stallion fell exactly into place with the occulars of the King. and though for his manner it was clear that Syndic could no more see than he had been able to moments before his ooids gleamed with locked emotion. it was not long before he interrupted, forcing his voice once more into the conversation. a different voice this time. more strained. less quiet, but no less meticulous for the increase in volume.

Pour ne vouloir consentir au diuorce,
Qui puis apres sera cogneu indigne:
Le Roy des isles sera chass‚ par sorte,
Mais … son lieu qui de roy n'aura signe.

for once he was glad he would be unable to perceive the responses upon the listening pallets of those that stood about him. he shifted his weight languidly and chided himself for such a thought. it would have been worth it. to see, even for such a small amount of time as to gather the reactions of the small gathering of equines. he did, however, recognise that soon to follow would be the silence and the frowns, the confusion. and so, with a sigh he spoke again, his tone ever wuieter to compensate for his outburst. he grudginly, almost sheepishly repeated the sequence of lines.

For not wishing to consent to the divorce,
Which then afterwards will be recognised as unworthy:
The King of the Isles will be driven out by force,
In his place put one who will have no mark of a king.

the bitterness of the words caused him to grimace, and, as he relaxed the position of his boa the lactescent mascu's occulis dropped from their maintained position and resumed his usual irrelevant point of gaze.

[> Subject: \/ .insidious. .shade. \/


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 20:30:52 01/21/03 Tue
Thanks to his player's short education in the direction of French, he was able to decipher enough that he wasn't completely left in the dark before the... poet?... spoke again in a language well known to the equines gathered. Slightly disturbed by the verse, he remained silent, however, watching the blind speaker with grim thoughts on his mind. Such as: perhaps it was his time to step down, to allow another to take his place. Perhaps it was time for another to rise and to fall in his or her turn.

He shook the doubts away with a grimace of his own, his gaze roving to seek an answer to the questions that were harbored greedily out of reach of his hooves and teeth, out of range of the destruction he wished to bestow upon those snide inquiries. Silence was not acceptable, even while his mind beckoned for him to continue down its winding path, and so he withdrew from his inner court to the outer one; the one that was falling from beneath his hooves like shattered glass.

"Could you tell us what that means, Syndic?" He asked cordially, his voice level even under the strain. Though the black king believed he understood, it was always best to have a second opinion.
[> Subject: questions, questions


Author:
Syndic
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Date Posted: 10:04:26 01/22/03 Wed
his eyes held the questions and the answers in their depths. swivelling his auditives to fix on his voice the stallion returned his gaze to the form of the king. laughter bubbled in the back of his mind as he pondered the other's querry. ofcourse, syndic was merely the messenger. given a gift by whatever damnable god. the words came to him from darknes and remained closely veiled until such time as the meaning became obtusely obvious. many times syndic had not seen the events predicted ever unfold. but nevertheless he ran the words through his psyche once more, shuddering visibly with their passing. the poems always directed attention toward him, and usually that attention was less desirable than he would enjoy.
he decided though, that this prophecy was deliverd somewhat clearly, and the events to which it pertained were close at hand. he spoke again, his tone wavered with maybes, and i don't knows. but it was not blighted by concern that the revelation would cause a sting in the other's sturdy frame, uncoil a thread that may, prove to unwind him even before the event foretold occurs.

if you ask me, which you have, then i would say this Frozen Dreams i have heard tell of, will not be the monarch that you are.

ofcourse, syndic could not possibly understand the worth of malussinn as monarch, having arrived maybe a day earlier. nor could he ascertain from association that Frozen Dreams was anything less than an honest character, or a determined ruler.
ofcourse, his simple sentence carried more weight than the unknowns. didn't he just say, unclearly but indoubtedly that malussinn would fall? that this rebellion would prove to be his last as ruler of the realm?
well hey, how could he know? he's just a blind stranger, not so?
shifting his weight languidly over his lactescent limbs he allowed his words to wait on the air a few moments before rising his voice again, more softly this time, and with a trace of sarcasm whose origin was skewered.

ofcourse, no one can say or sure. it's just a rhyme, nothing more.

that was a lie, he knew. but the habit of belittling his gift was to deeply forged to be lifted now. and there was always the chance, that the quatrains set to him failed to follow through. that the gods simply enjoyed the chance to spite him. mock him. and what better time, than his arrival in new lands? before those he would share a part of his life with from this day forth. gloomily he brought himself back to reality, realising his crania had sunk he lifted it, levelled it again, returned to his pert awakeness.

[> Subject: Beware The Raging Storm


Author:
Seductress of the Storm
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Date Posted: 17:36:17 01/22/03 Wed
* She looked intently at the gathering of horses. This many stallions speaking in such tones always meant something was up. Sh had to admit she had not looked into her herds affairs lately but now with the thought of war her blood tingled. She supressed her energy and looked at the horses she recognized a few Mal, Eur, ..Jin. She circled the perimeter of horses avoiding the mare's gaze. She didn't dislike Jin she just fely rejected by her and didn't like that feeling. She examined the other stallions and saw the tension in Thunder and and the wisdom in Syndic. She was usually good at judging personalities and thought hers might be right. SHe shooki her head ridding it of these frivolous thoughts. She joined the circle as if she belonged. She quickly picked up on the conversation and smirked to herself. Frozen was plotting then? She felt a great distaste for the stallion bubble up inside of her. She reveled in the feeling. She looked at Mal * My King I wish to let you know that I offer you my services if they can help in any way. *she loked at the other horses awaiting a response, hoping she didn't sound foolish, being in this herd had made her all to nervous about how she weas percieved.
[> Subject: .\. war is a gift given to reduce idiocy ./.


Author:
Thunderwave
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Date Posted: 20:15:20 01/23/03 Thu
Allowing the younger to linger for only a second in the physical connection, he drew purposely away as he forced a friendly grin into his bright eyes. He may be here to help, but he really, really didn't want to do anything more than help. From all the things he had heard about this Frozen Dreams, he was still a bit uncertain of who he prefered.

"Yes, I had indeed heard of this 'mutiny'."

How curious... Malussinn hadn't? Very typical of that ignorant... eh, stallion. Thunderwave had learned early that if one lets the thoughts go free, very soon will the words and actions follow in rebellious pursuit. So his mind remained under a tight leash in the presence of others these days and his thoughts too often struggling to find liberty in the prisoned capacity of his head. No where could there be liberty for such ideas; not while his home was still Evil Valley.

True to the snow hued stallion's silent thoughts, Thunderwave's expression was truly spectacular to behold in its brief confusion. It was only when Syndic spoke again that his features took on a musing quality; lobes flicking pensively as his optics darkened. So, his brother was to fall under the hooves of Frozen Dreams? Well then!- he was certainly on the wrong side! Considering the idea of either staying and waiting out the results or declaring open rebellion here and now, the bronc is paused in furthur contemplations when first his brother and than Syndic spoke again. A quiet laugh spilled impulsively forth from his dark lips, only to be cut short by thoughts and ponderings and answers. Only a rhyme, claimed Syndic? As the intensity of his attention was placed upon the self-proclaimed "messenger" - no he cannot read thoughts, it's just that his player finds it hard to separate her thoughts from his posts - he gradually came to an understanding about this creature, this blind stallion. And, he concluded, what a terribly sad world we all live in.

"Only a rhyme? Well then, what should we do about it? Give up, or continue with this war that Frozen Dreams has declared? Either way, it would appear from your 'rhyme', we lose, so we might as well choose here and now."
[> Subject: "Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!"


Author:
Storm
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Date Posted: 14:38:10 01/24/03 Fri
*the mare looked about her. The thought of war made her adrenaline flow. It had been a while since she had fought but the thrill and hunger for the battle still remained. She tried to supress her thoughts and conceal them behind blank eyes. She knew Mal probably wouldn't want war but if it was pushed upon him he needed to be prepared or the evil valley would start something that might end the whole empire. The thought made her blood boil but she remained in her spot and looked at the others with a souless gaze*
[> Subject: what is, and what you see are often opposite.


Author:
Syndic
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Date Posted: 18:12:25 01/24/03 Fri
finding it rather difficult to keep track of the arrivals for this impromptu gathering, the niveous one had simply stopped trying. he could tell there was yet another visitor, but he had no voice to match with the scent.
by the time he had retreated from the filing cabinet of his memory he discovered that one of the others had spoken again.uh oh syndic. now what? relax, relax, you've got a tape recorder, right? wrong. don't worry. search through that mammoth brain of yours, trust me, it's in there somewhere. backpeddling as fast as he could syndic managed to scramble together a small pile of information, and the general idea of what was said. as his auditives continued their uninterrupted sonar scan of the group syndic parted his mug to respond. this response was easier. this was the one he was used to giving. the blind stallion was definitely no great war hero. and probably less a strategist for one. ocourse, he had his opinions about what was to be done. almost never did he take the quatrains lightly, especially if their meanings were so obviously clear. but the prophecy had not been meant for him. and so, with the equality of a shrug, he launched into his quiet answer with more than a little reserve, keeping his sentences to a minimum now.

i do not know. the poem was not meant for me. or for you even, Thunderwave. it is the king who must decide his course of action here.

had the gesture been meaningful, and not comical he may have returned his gaze to the form of their leader, indicating that to him the spotlight should pass, as the lactescent brujo had undoubtedly had enough of it, and made blatant revelation of it in his poise; taking a half step backwards and diping his crania to a lower plane, always maintaining a direct stare toward the horizon, or whatever might impose itself into that range.

[> Subject: -mrrowls-


Author:
faith
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Date Posted: 10:42:27 01/26/03 Sun
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