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Subject: .. ive arrived ..


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× Oblivious ×
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Date Posted: 18:20:05 01/11/03 Sat



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- Descends from a caliginous cleft in the rugged terrain that surrounds the valley, muzzle thrust skyward with suffocating sense of power. Her mere decent proclaims her entrance in all is aloof dignity, so no shrill, overused herald is warranted. Her figure is borderline small, standing at a diminutive 15.2, yet that is almost always overlooked, for it is more then accounted for in sheer certitude, overcoming what some would consider physical inability. Yet at closer examination, her robust figure is unadulterated, Herculean muscle, bulging in a way almost uncanny on a female, one would be hesitant to call her beautiful, handsome is more often the word exploited. Yet males had always seemed drawn to her like bees to honey, to her discontent, for she seems to radiate command, to wear authority like a cloak, gorgeous in her own roguish, feral fashion. Saunters downward to mingle, lips distorted in such a way that would make one presume doing such made her sick to her stomach; rightly assumed. Eyes are practically blank, devoid of all emotion but caution and a sense of capability, a “been around the block a time or too” type of ambiance, as they filter through the throng apathetically. Halts, yet still manages the impression of promenading, even while immobile. Hind cocks in ambiguous negligence, but that is merely what it is; a deceptive ploy, for if one investigated closely enough, they would find her ceaselessly aware of everything at once, muscles almost bunched, an enigmatic copperhead curled under her own little rock, sheltered from the world, yet just waiting for a chance to strike at heedless victims. -

†No prisoners†


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[> Subject: [inquisition] heh.. no one suspects the spanish inquisition!


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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 18:45:45 01/11/03 Sat
The abrasive stallion really hasn't a care to the fact that his player is too lazy to finish his layout. he presses toward the stranger with an arrogant aura and undaunted footsteps, neck arched, each sinew etched majestically under his sleek beige coat. snowflakes fall around him and land on his back. not even the added water of melted snow seems to have an effect upon the dusty texture of his hide. ebony occulli lock into those of the newcomer with disdainful impassivity ggilded with a degree of malice. he imposes himself authoritatively invading personal space and making it known that he is indeed better than you are. his head bobs a mere inch in guise of polite greeting as his eyes rake uncerimoniously over the other's form. with disdain dismissal they return to the eyes of the strange femm. he voices a greeting, monotone edged with an undertone of dominance. as his words preach to the wind he allows himself a more thorough examination, and despite the impression etched into his flawless features he is quite impressed.

welcome to Evil Valley. he gentler side of evil.

his second statement ius uttered at half picth and with a hint of sarcasm, with a snarl embedded upon his labrums. as he stares down at the atrager he weighs possibilities quickly within his mind. pros and cons. and carefully pieces together a small proclamation as he awaits the end of silence for her response, he revles in the formalities, no matter their boring nature. for they suited his vain persona and set him higher upon his pedestal.

[> Subject: {.:Accedet, Corvus:.}


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Ravenna Duska
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Date Posted: 19:17:02 01/11/03 Sat
*'pon hooves of onyx the roan-hued bruja ambles t'ward the two, one she knows, one she doesn't. Her function is made apparent as she greets the newcomer*

^Welcome to Evil Valley^
[> Subject: . ha .


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Date Posted: 19:31:38 01/11/03 Sat



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- Languidly scrutinizes him, before leisurely transporting her gaze to converge with his, no corollary configuring her features at his blatant show of domination. Inhales acutely, and with it discerning the stale, repulsive odor that dubs him male; at the recognition her labrums manage to curl into an even auxiliary sneer, almost displaying pastel incisors venomously. Her atmosphere of reckless abandon and subliminal decree is suddenly laced with a pungent sense of seething, avalanche-like detestation, and an undercurrent of anguish. With a grimace, as if admonishing herself for wasting her costly time speaking with the male, she speaks in an acidic, arctic tone, singed with sardonic sarcasm…-
Pleasant to know I’m welcomed, you can see how much it means to me. Gentler side of evil, eh? Speak for yourself.
- Emphasizes her insubordinate impertinence with a acerbic wallop of her mud laden tresses across stalwart haunches, encased in a substantial murky coat, mottled with delicate ivory flakes. Solitary hind impacts the ice subordinate with a strident crack; patently portraying this conversation did not need to continue any further…-

†No prisoners†


[> Subject: Watches


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Lavaterra
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Date Posted: 19:48:39 01/11/03 Sat
Today, she was no picture of that 'gentler side of Evil'. Today she was just mad, and bitter. She spots the newbie, her amber eyes narrowed at the mare. She stole forward, her blood bay pelt glimmering in the draining light of the day. The way the mare moved and spoke, she was no frilly princess. Which was good, because she herself feared she was becoming senile in later life. She wasn't the 'Lady Chaser' she had been, she was just kind of... there. And it bothered her, a lot. She says nothing, but only nods her head briefly.
[> Subject: . short and...sweet .


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Date Posted: 20:23:32 01/11/03 Sat



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- Addresses the pair of unpretentious mares with approximately equivalent amounts of lack of esteem, simply disregarding them. She witnesses their salutations, yet doesn’t inconvenience herself with responding, absorbed in the male occupying her time so conceitedly. If they took offense, too bad, so sad, pleasing the universal population, or any for that matter, was not on her agenda for the day. Or decade. -

†No prisoners†


[> Subject: longish.. but should be short.


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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 08:57:03 01/12/03 Sun
Frozen Dreams cocked an aud in the direction of Lavaterra and Ravenaa Duska. he offers neither a greeting or any other acknowledgment of their presence. he was much too occupied with the one before him.
immediately his senses picked up on the subtly hidden insult and mentally he narrowed his eyes, curled back his lips. but physically he maintained the expression of cool amusement he already wore. his occuli dilate imperceptibly as he turns inward, drawing out the thoughts that fill the heavy silence as it descends. speak for yourself? she inults me. blatantly on her arrival. a curious halfgrin escaped his conscious barrier and snaked across his features. not usually such a good move.. but here. now. for me. it means one more voice to lend to our complaint. retreating from his cathedrals of thought he eyed the newer mare once more. ebony occuli glint with setting light as he languidly stretches his neck to encompass the other mares in his scope. privacy was requisite so for the moment he proceeded to drop a smile their way and bob his head in greeting. impatience hung in the air about him as he ran through the formalities. he shifted his mass more comfortably on three muscled appendages before striking the fourth into the earth. scraping at the frost. dismissing his angst as it built up. with a cocky toss of the forelock intruding on his vision he placidly ignored the newcomer momentarily, aware that her malevolent gaze had last rested within his own midnight lamps and sure that such a dismissal would not be welcomed openly. he spoke instead to the other femmes. Ravenna casting her introduction and Lavaterra looking quite sulky and withdrawn. in his smooth flow of words he invited them both within the circle of conversation.

Ravenna, Lavaterra. I'm sure that for your patiente oblivious will greet you both cordially. is that not so?

tossing these last words over his shoulder at the nigrescent creature a small smirk developped upon his conceited mug. for had she planned on simply exiting for his disdain she was now trapped to converse with the pleasant formalities. the arrogant stallion would have grasped out for a bag of popcorn in interest of what would follow, for he had developped wuite an intent in watching the sultry rebellious phina. as it was his pallet expressed cruel amusement and his poise reflected self-confidence and the overbaring of conceit.
[> Subject: .......


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Date Posted: 09:26:52 01/12/03 Sun



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- Vindictive entertainment decorates her countenance, her hind rested indolently once again, situated delicately on the shattered ice underneath her. Pallet remains plummeting skywards pompously, giving the illusion she is glowering down her nose at him, despite physically being forced to peer upwards; appearance is but what others see it as, one must just utilize herself efficiently and alter what is receipted. Can’t help a bemused chuckle as he attempts to entrap her in conversing against her desire; she owed these two nothing, so until they earned her presence, she had no prerequisite to be courteous. -
“ Let me think about that one… No. No, I don’t think I will.”

- Superciliously waits for him to take this irrelevant dialogue to its purpose before she finished it herself. It was quite obvious he had a motive for addressing her, and she made it evident that he needed her; she didn’t need him. –
“Keep that in mind, muh dear. “
- Speaks to his ears only, mellifluously yet with overpowering fervor. Satirical simper accompanies her words derisively, skull jolted brusquely, ensnarled forelock cascading over chiasmic pools furtively. -

†No prisoners†


[> Subject: {.:Accedet Corvus:.}


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Ravenna Duska
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Date Posted: 10:10:44 01/12/03 Sun
*caring naught for the newest mares' lack of courtesy, she simply shrugs her shoulders and walks away, having been satisfied with her role in the conversations entirety*
[> Subject: MUAHAHAHA! finally finished the layout!


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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 10:30:28 01/12/03 Sun



Frozen Dreams

a derisive snort provides the harmony for Oblivious' renegade comment. ooids sidle to the retreating form of Ravenna Duska and he precariously contains the smile that floods his features. only Lavaterra remained now and he continued to placidly observe her. when caught his expression becomes mottedly jeering and disdainful. aware that such an act is a danger when individuals as herself fall into the mood she presently held. but he didn't care. confidence won out and he was absolutely positive he could keepp the smaller femme at bay. snapping sinews he spun his crania back towards the nigrescent shadow at her lower pitched speech directed for his inten auditives. stygian occulars narrowed perceptibly and bore into the mare's own pools. such a personal invasion usually cost voilence.
but he held his temper, reflected that he was the superior. the one setting the examples and he decided that -- fro now at least -- remaining in the Evil King's good books was the preferred choice. so instead of responding the way his overinflated ego dictated the stallion remained held a callous regard as he picked at the layers envellopping her persona.
he had other motives for retaining his violence; a private audition was required. but she so perfectly fit the criteria and the sandpapered desire to convince the other sustained his seething temper for the moment. and labrums pressed firmly together in a grim set line that betrayed his distaste and revealed his lack of desire to express it. it was clear that she did not need him. and yes, in a sense he did need her. but if she gave him the cold shoulder in future or refused the offer he would make then other's could be found to fill the position he was offering.


f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude.







[> Subject: scuse the double post, just wanted to touch up something


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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 10:32:33 01/12/03 Sun



Frozen Dreams

a derisive snort provides the harmony for Oblivious' renegade comment. ooids sidle to the retreating form of Ravenna Duska and he precariously contains the smile that floods his features. only Lavaterra remained now and he continued to placidly observe her. when caught his expression becomes mottedly jeering and disdainful. aware that such an act is a danger when individuals as herself fall into the mood she presently held. but he didn't care. confidence won out and he was absolutely positive he could keepp the smaller femme at bay. snapping sinews he spun his crania back towards the nigrescent shadow at her lower pitched speech directed for his inten auditives. stygian occulars narrowed perceptibly and bore into the mare's own pools. such a personal invasion usually cost voilence.
but he held his temper, reflected that he was the superior. the one setting the examples and he decided that -- fro now at least -- remaining in the Evil King's good books was the preferred choice. so instead of responding the way his overinflated ego dictated the stallion remained held a callous regard as he picked at the layers envellopping her persona.
he had other motives for retaining his violence; a private audition was required. but she so perfectly fit the criteria and the sandpapered desire to convince the other sustained his seething temper for the moment. and labrums pressed firmly together in a grim set line that betrayed his distaste and revealed his lack of desire to express it. it was clear that she did not need him. and yes, in a sense he did need her. but if she gave him the cold shoulder in future or refused the offer he would make then other's could be found to fill the position he was offering.


f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude.







[> Subject: .......


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Date Posted: 10:56:16 01/12/03 Sun



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- He could keep her at bay, eh? An exceptionally treacherous gamble on his part. Her audacious presumptions proved accurate, it appeared she had no worries about his condescension resulting in a scuffle, he reckoned he had to confine his antagonism and stay in her good graces if he planned on gaining her support for whatever it is he requires. Oh, sure, he could uncover another, but none would be as competent as she, and she would demonstrate a formidable adversary if he didn’t hold his tongue; and time was of the essence, and discovering another would simply dwindle it away. So hold his tongue he shall; oh how she treasured the sport of politics! The situation was becoming monotonous, the mare Lavaterra only an inconvenience. Expels a magnitude of air from her augmented nostrils raucously, cochlea stapled to her cranium and lips peeled back, snaking her pallet in the mare’s cardinal ominously. -
“Your cue to exit.”
- Waits for the females depart, surveying the mare’s stern until she has faded into a phantom silhouette in the distance, before positioning herself adjacent the testosterone-governed testily once more. Her tolerance was at its rupturing point; she could only deal with those infatuated in their own deplorable egocentricity for so long. –
“Well? Get on with it, your wasting daylight, infantile. “

†No prisoners†


[> Subject: \/ .hello. there. \/


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Malussinn
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Date Posted: 13:11:42 01/12/03 Sun
Excuse me? Watching the conversation idly, he now sauntered towards them with all the anger that could be placed in a step. "Infantile"? He restrained a snort of contempt for the mare whose head was obviously far too large for even the extents of Evil Valley. Though he refused to even consider attempting to banish her, he refused to allow such mockery to be placed upon one of his herd. He wasn't much of an evil, but he had his honor nevertheless, his pride, and his disdainful hatred for those who thought themselves gods.

Not that he hadn't been so conceited to think, or at least act, as such at one point or another. But, age brings wisdom to those who fear to lose everything else.

Anger appeared to fade as the distance did, and soon he was merely his "normal" self as he paused a short few feet away. Blooded eyes ran across the mare and stallion gathered, sharp- and piercingly so. The black steed waited a moment for possible recognition before inserting his two cents lightly with as much "And you are?" one can put into an expression without it becoming forced.

"Although Frozen Dreams appears to have finished the usual courtesy - as well as Lava and Ravenna Dusk-" There was no need for him to add verbally that Lava was a friend and a companion of his, someone who had been long enough in the herd to gain his trust and loyalty with more completion than either of the two before him could ever. Without a hint of the slight pause that had come to his thoughts, he continued. "-I wished to add mine as well. Frozen Dreams can tell you well enough my faults as King without my presence, but I thought I might as well aid him with a late arrival onto the scene. Your name would be?" The eyes came off the other stallion without a trace of being accusing, onto the mare with a reserved and subdued emotion playing in the depths of his near-emotionless expression.


[OOC- My apologies, Faith, I found myself caught by the talons of school. However, I see that you have found something for Frozen Dreams to do, though your Academy doesn't seem to be doing so well. *Arches a brow* Why don't I link it up on the main page? Or would you rather give up on the idea?]
[> Subject: no IC because faith's crazily lazy.


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faith
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Date Posted: 13:46:17 01/12/03 Sun
[OOC: yes yes yes! link it to the main page. we're already coming up with a scheme to get people into it. -big grin- thankies!!]
[> Subject: Ahem.


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Cirrus
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Date Posted: 14:04:31 01/12/03 Sun
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Cirrus, arriving on the bittersweet wings of one thrust into a perpetual haze of fashionable delay, drew her head towards her chest and studied the patronizing neophyte with a hardened, discriminating gaze. "Er, hi."

Among a number of ratty and subsequently unspeakable practices, the salutations of the vanilla unicorn had never been given with any particular presence of mind or skill. Her customary indifference and detachment when welcoming strangers seemed akin to her commonplace impetuous deportment, and this run was no exception.

Now she leaned slightly nigh of her conveniently-present mate, her midnight-sky eyes harboring a discernable increase in what was the healthy level of suggested iniquity. "Bit of an influx of rude mares these days, huh?" Her repartee with distinctively malicious, though silver laughter rang through the murky periphery of her pupils.

[> Subject: Er, this one. I don't know what happened to the last one.


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Cirrus
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Date Posted: 14:08:10 01/12/03 Sun


won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls/


Cirrus, arriving on the bittersweet wings of one thrust into a perpetual haze of fashionable delay, drew her head towards her chest and studied the patronizing neophyte with a hardened, discriminating gaze. "Er, hi."

Among a number of ratty and subsequently unspeakable practices, the salutations of the vanilla unicorn had never been given with any particular presence of mind or skill. Her customary indifference and detachment when welcoming strangers seemed akin to her commonplace impetuous deportment, and this run was no exception.

Now she leaned slightly nigh of her conveniently-present mate, her midnight-sky eyes harboring a discernable increase in what was the healthy level of suggested iniquity. "Bit of an influx of rude mares these days, huh?" Her repartee with distinctively malicious, though silver laughter rang through the murky periphery of her pupils.


/that's why the lady is a tramp.


[> Subject: Eyeroll. [feels sheepish without fancy layout-ness.* Must make me one, zozo! not to mention, show me how to use it.]


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Lavaterra
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Date Posted: 17:00:20 01/12/03 Sun
She notices Frozen Dream's jeering smile with a scowl, she was hardly in the mood to deal with pompous stallions. Had she hands she would wipe that silly grin off his face in a second. But besides being irritated, she was lazy. She barely bothered herself with grazing, let alone clobbering someone. She contents herself with a quite obvious yawn at Frozen Dreams, and a brief nod to the coal stallion-king.
[> Subject: horrible bad post about nothing. but i guess that's because i had nothing to say.


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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 17:32:31 01/12/03 Sun



Frozen Dreams

with an obvious lack of patience the dusty brute shifts his weight and passes a sigh from languid labrums. with barely a shred of sincerity he dips his mug toward the frozen turf of the terra in greeting to the mythical Queen. if he remembered correctly such was his first audience with the noble mare. his gaze flicked pointedly toward her horn, that which seperated her from him, and the rest. idly he scanned the regal pair. a coal-hued stallion and the ivory cream of cirrus' coat. so opposite. so many contradictions.
ebony shaded occulli land their retreat on the warily distant form of oblivious. it appeared his knitted speech would have to wait. what with the appearance of such noble conversationalists. the nigrescent cloak of his mane shuddered with the wind.
the abrasive stallion had an impressive lack of courtesy for one who so normally revelled in formalities.

suddenly.. he was overcome by an insatiable itch. with the absence of suitably placed trees he was reduced to snapping intently at his beige hide to quell the feeling. it took several moments, and an illplaced bite before he realised the demeaning aspect of what he had been forced to. he froze, as if he had just committed some atrocious sin and all eyes were on him. without twitching his gaze or cocking an ear he gently lowered his crania from plagued whithers and slowly returned it to it's original haughty height and placement. his attitude was ever more strained and the inertia dropped from his manner. in his attempt to return to his previous state he dug himself further into the hole he sought to avoid. mocking himself mentally his pallet cleared of the compiled emotion and returned itself to cool impassivity. the corner of his stygian pool was leant to the regal couple while the remainder of his gaze was dispelled between Lavaterra and Oblivious.
arrogance flooded his being and despite his efforts discomfort rampantly extorted his entirety. it was quickly doused with a wave of despondent disdain, with the hint of a sneer creating the expectant lapse that the matching expression should have appeared upon his conceited facade.

angered by his lack of control over emotion at the moment that factor played into his aura as well. causing a frightfully confusing array of thughts. barely, although tenaciously, he held himself still, stamping out the urge to turn and flee quietly with his cloud of perplexion.


f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude.


[> Subject: The copper colt spots his mother in the crowd.


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Jesar
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Date Posted: 17:33:59 01/12/03 Sun
He had hoped she would be alone, so he could talk to her. No such luck. His mother was almost always hiding in seclusion, just when he wishes to speak with her she can't fly solo. He gulps his concern at how she would act, seeing she looked a bit lethargic. He approaches, nodding briefly to the others present. "Mom? Can I talk to you?"
[> Subject: She turns sharply.


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Lavaterra and Jesar
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Date Posted: 17:43:15 01/12/03 Sun
Her piercing dark eyes miss Frozen Dream's little fiasco. Her nostrils flatten and her ears sweep back as her son plays into view. She had no desire to speak to him. "No, you may not," She says flatly.

"Mom, just let me explain I..."

"I don't need you to explain. I'm not blind. I saw.. them. Don't talk to me," She cut him off. Turning away from him, she focused herself on the others there. Maybe if she just ignored him, he would go home.
[> Subject: .....


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- She was arousing even the royalty of the kingdom to her presence. It was ironic, how those with labels and citizen were permitted to conduct themselves in nearly any manner they pleased, despite their intelligence, and those foreign and title less were expected to be submissive and malleable, regardless of their competence. Illustrates not even a tremor of an eyelid as the King and Queen degrade her in a quite transparent method, muzzle arching briefly to her torso at the chiefs of the realm; she was egotistical and vain, but not injudicious. Leer materializes on her mug momentarily, the annotations they commented on about her made nothing but gratification bubble to the surface, despite their cruel, demeaning intent; so she was a bitch? Life could do that to you. Did they believe Frozen Dreams required their fortification? He seemed pretty confident he could manage her, but evidently they didn’t think him proficient. There was no necessitate for her to resume this congregation…-
“Nice to meet you.”
- Pronounces succinctly, dexterously managing to obscure her derisive tone in cordial, if curt words. Revolves with a flourish on her hocks, stalking into the enveloping caliginous shadows, raven coat fusing with the sister shade. Revels in the sinister darkness, quiescent beneath the encompassing appendages of an evergreen, dwelling in her own companionship, soothing herself from the stress and irritation caused by being obligated to negotiate with others. -

† Caution: does not play well with others. †


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


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Date Posted: 20:44:52 01/12/03 Sun
Someday he would like to sit one of these arrogant beings down and tell them about being King. He thought he would start at the beginning: arriving in Cascade Mountains as the only evil horse, the evil Queen being inactive and near-gone, and then fighting a dragon to prove his worth. Then spending his time in rebuilding this place... then going on from there. Perhaps he would be able to adequately explain that it wasn't actually the running of the "kingdom" that was the hard part, it was dealing with the disdain of the subjects. Fortunately they had him on the seat, the idiot who was placid enough to do nothing but watch unless called, to take the hits and the words and the plotting... the plotting that always came out to nothing. Someday he would like to ask that sitter and listener and ask, "So, what would you do if you were I?" Somehow he doubted that that creature would never understand; narcissism was the natural attribute of many whom dwelled in Cascade Mountains, whether that creature be evil, light, or something other than horse.

Someday...

His ebony muzzle turned to touch lightly down upon the silkiness of his mate's neck. "Do you think she wants to live here?" he asked in a lightly questioning tone, a slight smile forcibly taking form within the content of his voice. Suddenly a sigh released forced through the tautness of his nares, and they flared obligingly whilst taking in the scent left by the mare. How ironic that she complained when it wasn't he that had begun the trend of arrogance and superiority; it was them. How easily they could knock him out of his position if they dared! How easily a word and a glance cow them. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Such a quote was never noticed in the realm of reality, although it imparted the best advice of all. "With age comes wisdom." ...Not with all, and maybe not with him, but he was aging. And soon the throne would be bequeathed upon another. How in the heavens would his weak and pliable evils manage then?

Older than he once was, nevertheless there were still muscles beneath the pelt that had served him so long and faithfully, and mighty good muscles they were too. Now they rippled as he shuddered lightly against a slight breeze; as if to deflect it from his hide and carry it on its way. A hoof lifted slightly upon edge, it was replaced in its last print with a mere thought. The noble visage was now turned upon Frozen Dreams with an air of contemplation. Fortunately for the other, the incessant scratching had passed by the black steed's notice- nothing but assiduous consideration rested in the King's gaze.

"Frozen Dreams, your Academy- how does it fare?"


[OOC- *Gives Malussinn an impulsive hug* LOVEYOU!LOVEYOU!LOVEYOU!LOVEYOU!]
[> Subject: Watching


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Lavaterra
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Date Posted: 09:57:18 01/13/03 Mon
She stood by and watched, her son forgotten. Malussinn's wisdom still amazed her, he had been ever since she had met him in the beginning. He was the Evils, he made them what they are today. She respected him with all her heart, and her loyalties would always lie with he. The new mare irked her, and she wanted to tell her off. Disrespectful, arrogant, such traits annoyed her though she held them herself. Black-tinted maw held shut, she only listens. She was curious as to see what the mare would say in response.
[> Subject: -what happened to my thesaurus?-


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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 14:06:12 01/13/03 Mon



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small talk. conversation of the like usually irked him to the point of disgust. but not if questions were directed at him. about him. or anywhere within that general topic. with mental restrain he pushed everything into the corners of his mind and forgot his many bickering senses to allow himself an indulgance in the querries brought to him. even the smallest of self-assured smiles corssed his labrums hesitantly, as a deer stepping onto the ice in winter. to make sure it really is frozen. with the blink of an eye he observed all else that passed, the arrival of the foal, Oblivious' retreat into the shadows and the resigned contemplation upon the king's pallet. an answer came to him absent of the usual lethargy of formal speech and was put forth with something so close to jovial it might have crossed the line.

better than i expected, actually. opening the school to creatures outside of the Valley is most definitely an excellent idea, one i must credit to you.

even his reluctant approach to praise anything that wasn't him. nor remotely resembled him failed to wrench the swell of pride. and as he fell silent he rsted more comfortably.. momentary distraction or not the out of the blue question had eased his troubled mind for the present and the dusty stallion contentedly ignored all that had moments ago twitched his malaise and didain.


f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude.



[> Subject: \/ .your theasurus DIED. \/


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 14:34:29 01/13/03 Mon
[Heh, sorry, that just popped unbidden into my head. It's something one of my school chums would say.]

A moment, and then the muzzle dipped slowly twice in the form of a nod. "Very good." His glance slid from the other to train themselves upon the heavenly whiteness of the unicorn at his side. "Do you know where the girls are, Cirrus?"
[> Subject: Speak of the Devil


Author:
Maleah
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Date Posted: 15:08:32 01/13/03 Mon
The amethyst eyed filly saunters in, the impish smile she had worn in her early youth now diluted to a glimmering taste of a young mare. Her pale coat twitched idlly, and she nudged her father's ebon pelt with velvet probiscus. "Right here."
[> Subject: [sounds suspiciously like something I would say.]


Author:
Faith.. cuz FD really has nothing to say.
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Date Posted: 15:41:00 01/13/03 Mon
[> Subject: No time for HTML....doing this fast


Author:
Cirrus
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Date Posted: 15:56:47 01/13/03 Mon
The unicorn entertained her mate's question almost intstantaneously. Suddenly, strangely, she felt extremely and unprecedentedly hideous. "Well, she certainly doesn't seem like she wants to stay here. Do you want to stay here?" She queried, her eyes now trained in the direction of the black mare, her voice as honed and discriminating as her blunt diction.

Cirrus paused, the thread of her precious momentum having slipped from the eye of the vocal needle. Taking into account her notoriously low threshold for social unawareness she treated her abrupt dearth of language as a hypocritical breach of decorum. "I hate to sound like a cliche," she annexed a slow smile onto these words as if hypnotized, "But I'd stop acting like you're above everybody here unless your intent is to be treated in exactly the opposite manner. But such are the inscrutable paradoxes of the age-old system of respect. However, if you're interested in joining this so-called sect of the proletariat, feel free to make yourself at home."
[> Subject: [ oooh ]


Author:
Zoe
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Date Posted: 15:59:21 01/13/03 Mon
Also, don't take that the wrong way. I know, Cirrus seems like a bitchy snob, but she's really not. Well, actually, a bitch she is. Snob...prolly no :] Think of her as an intensely pretentious [ooh, that was haute] Holly Golightly.
[> Subject: \/ .insidious. .shade. \/


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 18:52:41 01/13/03 Mon
[Whoa! *Complains* Is Maleah really growing up that fast? It's only been like... a month.]

"Calm yourself, Cirrus." A soothing nudge was given as he watched the b.b. intently. There's no reason to be so upset... a mental sigh echoed in his mind; Cirrus was probably more evil than he... what a pitiful pain. "...Maleah?" Blinking rapidly and incredulously, he turned to step around his young daughter in a circling study. "Where have you been?" Something was different... the naive father just couldn't figure out what.

[One okay post and inspiration drops. I love Mal, but he's a pain to write.]
[> Subject: [No worries, she's about 1-ish at best, instead of newborn. That gets old.]


Author:
Maleah [And me]
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Date Posted: 09:46:59 01/14/03 Tue
"Oh I went to the party for a little while. I met a dragon! It was so cool! Zamnor was there, I'm his aunt, you know. But I'm not crazy like Auntie My Grace," She babbles incessantly, offering her father a grin, her eyes flash over at her mother admiringly too. "Mom's the best, isn't she?" She says randomly, in slight connection with her mother's handling of the impudent dark mare whom had almost completely receeded from view.
[> Subject: ...


Author:
Obbys playa
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Date Posted: 12:32:27 01/14/03 Tue
AHHH! work and exams r taking all my time...ive been dieing to reply but i dont ahve time -sobs- tomarrow i swear!!! -so many ideas for posties float around in her head, is dragged off the como and off to work...-
[> Subject: [forever here. forever gone]


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 18:55:00 01/14/03 Tue



Frozen Dreams

the abrasive stallion takes the family involvement moment as his cue to exit. easily bored and low on patience the conceited brujo turns surtly on his heel without offer of so long. he pivots in a flurry of melanoid locks. family gatherings had never been his favourite things to participate in, and found them even more disgusting to observe. in melancholy silence he trudged distance between himself and the three. languidly skirting the edge of pressing shadow that the jaded one ha disappeared into. he had no desire to press their discussion. Malusinn and Cirrus' arrival had pushed all the pressing thoughts from his cluttered psyche. he emitted a disdaining snort after a few feet. perhaps to ensure his complete separation from the situation, perhaps merely to support that he did hate family functions. either or he dissolved his presence and left footprints and a lingering sneer in his wake. eventually those too would disappear at the hands of more current presence.
he had places to go and his footsteps carried him not only beyond the cusp of the conversation, but to the edge of the valley, where he passed the invisible border guard with barely a hint of pause. grnader plans lurked within the confines of his labyrinth mind.


f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude.








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


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 05:19:48 01/15/03 Wed
A proud beam was bestowed upon on the filly and mother alike, gently protruding through the boundaries of his eyes. "You're both the best." Nuzzling Maleah lovingly, he glanced at Cirrus, again a question for his mate entering his mind. "Zamnor is Evil's son, isn't he?"
[> Subject: .....


Author:
× Oblivious ×
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Date Posted: 13:20:17 01/15/03 Wed




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- From her station she monitors the situation, entertained, virtually genuine grin alighting composed features at the Kings taciturn remarks; she only smiled in privacy. Oh, she knew damn well what it was like to be incessantly plagued by subjects, who always figured they recognize what’s paramount and decided to take a stand. She knew what it was like to be forced to squander all her valuable time and patience spilling her blood again and again to demonstrate innumerable times her pre-eminence. But when it came down to it, she enjoyed it; she had no family, nothing to be bereaved of, and zilch to engage her time but disputes and causes. In conclusion, the nation had deteriorated around her ears, and she had departed with the label, in spite of everything, still on her back, engraved in her mentality, approximately impossible to modify her Queen’s superciliousness after applying it for such prolonged period of time. Besides, she was astounded such behavior was eschewed in the dominion that ought to be the foundation of malevolence, for aren’t brutality, fortitude of willpower, and attitude what made evils evil? Wasn’t it what separated them from the Lights? –

- Circumspectly plays the sentry as the irksome stallion gallivants past, reoccupying her stony, stark manifestation as he waltz nearby expressing her relief to be left unaccompanied as he bypasses with a depleted exhalation of air through rose-tinted nostrils; hmmm, where was he off to? Solitude... -

† Caution: does not play well with others. †


[> Subject: Indifference.


Author:
Cirrus
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Date Posted: 15:35:03 01/16/03 Thu
Unable to read the thoughts birthed by the figurative womb of the departing sabled back, she consolidated the byproducts of her mind's labors into a single, terse couplet. "Where's Psyche?"
[> Subject: Shrug


Author:
Maleah
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Date Posted: 15:39:51 01/16/03 Thu
"I saw her at the party. I don't know where she is now."
[> Subject: Well then.


Author:
Cirrus
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Date Posted: 15:53:09 01/16/03 Thu


won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls/


"Oh." Something thrust the mare headlong into a sort of conversational stalemate. Her secret surprise at those words, spoken completely nonchalantly, preceded an ostensibly disloyal influx of guilt to her veins, as if it bore some inscrutable semblance to adrenaline. Or whatever that stuff was called.

She shrugged it off easily. She hated the feeling, the unecessary sweating, and the thought process that accompanied the additional bitterness of superfluous worries. But already her hasty, un-motherly dismissal was leaving a foreign, sour, distinctly uncomfortable taste in her mouth that triggered another ensuing scolding from Mr. Guilt. Dammit, where was her lawyer when she needed him? Wasn't this kind of crap considered an invasion of privacy in certain parts of Mexico?


/that's why the lady is a tramp.


[> Subject: Yea


Author:
Maleah
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Date Posted: 18:28:04 01/16/03 Thu
"She was talking to some colts, and they were fighting or something silly that colts do. Colts," She said, wrinkling her nose. "Know what I mean?" She said, but thought better of it. Perhaps her mother didn't, and she didn't want to offend her. "In any case, I'm sure she's fending for herself, wherever she is," Maleah says, nodding slightly.
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