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Date Posted: 20:29:47 01/10/03 Fri
-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†
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