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Subject: Watches Author: Lavaterra [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:48:39 01/11/03 Sat In reply to: × Oblivious × 's message, ".. ive arrived .." on 18:20:05 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. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: . short and...sweet . Author: × Oblivious × [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:23:32 01/11/03 Sat × Y O U × × w I S H × - 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†