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Subject: scuse the double post, just wanted to touch up something Author: Frozen Dreams [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:32:33 01/12/03 Sun In reply to: × Oblivious × 's message, ".. ive arrived .." on 18:20:05 01/11/03 Sat 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. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: ....... Author: × Oblivious × [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:56:16 01/12/03 Sun × Y O U × × w I S H × - 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†