hmm.. -decides that time is screwed over- -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

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Subject: hmm.. -decides that time is screwed over-

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 12:47:23 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

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.

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[> Subject: * The wizard's eyes narrow and he turns toward the stallion but a few feet away.*

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Euripedes
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Date Posted: 16:37:50 01/19/03 Sun

*He knows of his intentions with the mare Aerial, and he knows what the stallion is thinking as he speaks with the King.*

Can I help you sir? I am afraid we have not met yet. *His tone is smooth as silk, dripping with arrogance and self-confidence. He turns his head slightly to his apprentice, sending a message through the airways. In front of Perseus' eyes, only visible to him, the words, Watch that stallion, appear in smoke but fade slowly.*