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Subject: ' . ' . ' solitude ' . ' . ' Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:19:47 12/25/02 Wed × take a hike × - Perhaps the most admirable thing he had done as of yet- maintaining eye contact with her. The most genuine “smile” so far arises in a sort of detached self-satisfaction; intellectual creatures always seemed to watch their backs around her; and the not so intelligent usually perished without a trace, at her leisure. A grim, forced laugh bubbles to the surface at the mention of communicating with the others in the vale. Companionship? The only company she desired was that of Me, Myself, and I. For the first time, sound erupts from her gorge, intonation acrid, and matter-of-fact, yet at the same time producing a sensation of sedateness at each unhurried, articulated syllable; the same tone she used to inform someone the sky was blue as to say she intended to end their existence. – I think ill pass at the chance to do the usual meet ‘n’ greet, my dear, but thanks anyway. I eagerly wait to be blessed with your leader’s presence, I must say. - The last is spoken with a tinge of sarcasm, yet this chief of his must be significant for the male to repeat the arrival of the masculine so frequently. To the naked eye and unpretentious mind she appeared to be simply a vacant void, arctic, and impassive. Yet behind sky-high stone walls lay a female, a mare of consideration and benevolence, shackled and silenced in her own self-hatred, her bitter nature. All that was left, brooding outside the walls, was astringent cleverness and the never ending strive for survival. – - Quite abruptly, she spins modestly on nearly over-muscled haunches, conveying in the opposite direction of the irksome “cripple”, she wouldn’t allow herself to use any fonder of a title. Plants herself beneath the shielding branches of a stunted willow. It doesn’t offer much protection against the frantically twirling flakes or sub-zero gusts, yet none is truly required, carcass enclosed in a magnitude of substantial pelt, a buffer against the chill. Content to lay low and observe, and lose herself in her own brooding thoughts… - †Hell† †On† †Hooves† [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: someone reply... i is bored! -pleads- Author: Brooke [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:13:35 12/26/02 Thu

[> Subject: . . lurk . . Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 08:17:22 12/27/02 Fri × take a hike × - Taken aback for a transitory instant; however, following a virtually camouflaged hesitation, her ears flee cynically to her poll, in her typical expression of displeasure. Opulent tresses oscillate sadistically athwart ample haunches, peering at her through the tangle of stark branches, staggering gaze targeting her in all its intensity. – Guilt trip. - Projected in blatant tones of tedium and finality, not bothering to disguise it, to pretend to care. Busies herself examining the panorama below her watchtower, initiating the “cold shoulder”, her actions an evident “dismissed”. – (don’t take it personally- I’m just playing muh character :) ) †Hell† †On† †Hooves†

[> Subject: Thanks! same to u too! :) Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:52:12 12/27/02 Fri × take a hike × - Sheer ire bubbles up furiously, like water rushing, released from the confines of a feeble dam. Destroying all in its path; how dare she lay fang on her! The moment her teeth sink in she whipps like a cord unleashed, springing on powerful haunches skyward, landing and crouching on rippling loins opposite her, up close and personal. Mug snakes out as if to seize her whither, yet alters her assault unexpectedly to fasten to her chest. Incisors clamp and proceed to twist painfully before retracting; not sufficient at drawing blood but shall result in a bruise as a souvenir and constant reminder. Correspondingly, she also oscillates, posterior revolving ‘round her fore, to ram her opposer’s barrel with her hip, to disturb her balance. And then she is finished, returning to her original position with a satisfied declare and seeming to disregard her as before, yet watching vigilantly out of the corner of suspicious, stern eyes. She wasn’t one to waste time and beat around the bush, all that opposed must ascertain she wasn’t there equal- she wasn’t one to allow another pretence that she was equivalent; and matter of fact, she couldn’t say shed stumbled upon one as of yet. - (not my best posty, osrry, i was hurried) †Hell† †On† †Hooves†

[> Subject: ( bah, sucky agian i dont know what my probles is lol) o well Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:21:58 12/27/02 Fri × take a hike × - Dub Sodality craven? She had much more admiration for those who knew when to stop further action then those that let their pride lead them blindly; besides, she had no desire to waste her precious energy in tedious skirmishing over nothing, no, she simply dropped her cranium in endorsement, yet in mid-action an aud detects a slight rustle at her rear, and was just about whirl about to confront the possible attacker, when she is hammered from behind. Instead of protesting the inevitable tumble, she pleats her appendages elegantly and thrusts herself in the same direction she is pushed, to get as much of a gap between her and her latest opponent as possible. Grinds teeth in exasperation- she had hoped the days of irrational combat were to remain in her past, but obviously it would not be so. A hoof is deposited atop her rips, yet a hind flexibly extends forward, bashing the others heel, while her teeth slash at her coronet. Unoccupied hind and both fore gain a solid hold in the packed snow and she impels herself away in the split second the other is unbalanced. Scrambles to her feet to crouch opposite of Aerial, ears laced to her skull, and jaws tucked to her chest. Tresses flay her posterior in frustration, yet that is the only sign of vexation. Her eyes are like arctic steel, luminous in the soon approaching darkness, her pelt alight with the swirling colors of the vanishing sun. Utterly silent, she wasn’t the egotistical type, really she couldn’t be bothered with boasting, simply just intolerant, opinionated, and bitchy; and let everyone who troubled her know ‘bout it. She had no desire to impress anyone, no desire to do much of anything but brood. But no, she had to be provoked. She could have guessed it wouldn’t take long for the hotshots to take their gamble against the “neighborhood bitch”; She never did seem to get a moment of peace... - †Hell† †On† †Hooves†