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Subject: -jumps around and points at her post- Solidity....aerial...hello? i wrote this whole long thing, i demand u reply :-p Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:47:04 01/03/03 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† [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! reply! (up) Author: B [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 09:16:23 01/05/03 Sun

[> Subject: . scoff . Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 05:04:16 01/06/03 Mon × take a hike × ( no problem J ) - Oh how complementary of the female, to compare her to such reputable, influential leaders of their humble little dwelling, yet she liked to consider herself as an individual. Obviously, she had developed her conduct through the examination of others, yet had transformed their methods into qualities of her own. Her own bleak, stark character was just that: her own. Yet indignation blooms her indication of her ever coupling with one of the opposite sex. Within rank, veiled corners, scars crisscross her mind, leadening her soul, she existed by one golden rule; unlock yourself to another, confide in them, and no more than anguish commences, therefore trust nothing but your own with and brawn. She had ascertained that one through the difficult approach. Her thoughts upon this matter are conveyed concisely through the rotation of her ears and the slight inclination of her unadorned pallet, yet her eyes, never for an instant, stray from the figure facing her, diverse sentiment churning inside, behind the calm mask of russet that is portrayed. Only the obtuse do not fear, yet only the feeble or suicidal shows it, or let it decide for them. The stale breath of fear breathes down her neck icily; if both resolve to gang up on her, there was a possibility she would not be able to escape both unscathed; yet at the moment all appeared well, the one dubbed Solidity seemed, out of respect of Aerial, to be content to stand back and observe. But all could change in one rash instant, so all she can do currently is crouch in waiting, and and await what ensues. - †Hell† †On† †Hooves†

[> Subject: ..... Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:40:52 01/08/03 Wed × take a hike × - If she had eyebrows, one would surely be elevated sardonically. Encounters the female’s gaze without recoiling, matching her stare for stare frigidly in her own modest manner, never exhibiting anything but indifference, yet inside smoldering incessantly. Cheap shots eh? If her memory served correctly, she had been trounced first before she had ever laid tooth or talon on the mare. Besides, the injuries were not detrimental, simply cautioning. Yet the insults so casually thrown at her install incense; not the rash type that leads to nowhere but trouble, but anger quietly under arrest and put to work intelligently. Trash, was she? Perhaps, just an illegitimate bastard with a nameless, faceless father and a hellion mother, but in the scheme of existence, what does that matter? Her boasts meant nothing to her, besides, she had no trepidation of defeat; life was simply a duty, her ticket to hell. Another saying to live by: life is as heavy as a mountain, death as light as a feather. Trash or no trash, challenge accepted - †Hell† †On† †Hooves†

[> Subject: ...sucky but o well... Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:16:49 01/08/03 Wed × take a hike × - Her petty insults have no effect, simply calmly observes her battles stance, and taking on one of her own. Is utterly still, all her attention on aerial and not wasted on movement, yet her muscles are noticeably tensed and ready to uncoil instinctively. Continues to observe, slinking closer with carefully planted, cautious steps. Muzzle is tucked to her chest, ears laid upon her poll in a violent manner. Suddenly vaults forward, not even twitching a muscle or moving an eyelash to give any indication of her impending attack. Both ragged-tipped fore hooves imbed themselves in her ribcage, carveing there way down to return to the turf, sticking close to the other mares body, so any attempted kicks from that range wouldn’t have enough momentum to do much damage. As that distracts her, and before her front hooves have even contacted the ground, twists nimbly in mid-air, Both hind hooves impacting her sternum (breastbone), thrusting as much force into the incredibly vital bone as she can muster, then propelling herself off her breastbone to Land a safe distance away…- (short n sweet n crappy…but I was rushed :) ) †Hell† †On† †Hooves†

[> Subject: .... Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:29:47 01/10/03 Fri × take a hike × -For a moment all she can seem to see are seething red spots dancing in front of her vision. How dare they degrade her for being the “new girl in town”…they knew nothing of her. One should always be chary of the unfamiliar. Inhales intensely, coercing herself to blink slowly and return her gaze to them in barely maintained tranquility. Here this indolent male was demanding she not engage in such, when if her memory serves correctly, he himself had had such a scuttle recently- with the same female too! Oh dear, Mr. Big Boy Stud is disappointed? What a shame! She hadn’t provoked the fight at any rate, and if perhaps she had, it wasn’t his place to decide what she did with her life, now was it? Twin sonars seem to disappear in a disarray of tassels, venomously observing the two’s exchange in tremendous distaste; even the slightest inkling of doing such brings the stale taste of bile to her mouth. And then she is scolded like a little child, while they flirt about like weanlings! The sheer force of her ire is just scarcely held in check as she practically quivers, squating on her posterior as if one more insolent word is spewed she would be promptly launching herself at one of their throats without further ado. Teeth are compressed securely together, not allowing herself to speak for fear of what she might proclaim. Simply glowers in venomous, boiling vehemence, utterly immobile and mute, yet drawn up in all her fury with her tresses billowing around her violently, an impressive portrait of jeopardy, waiting for what else the two imprudents had to say. - †Hell† †On† †Hooves†