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Subject: . well well well, what have we here . Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:44:49 12/25/02 Wed × take a hike × - She descends upon the territory in which she was so offhandedly beckoned, each talon placed gracefully with the sense of not noticing her serpent-like poise. Physique writhes, making her gaudy coat seem to shimmer like a mirage as they coil and uncoil, prepared to react to any hazard with less than a seconds notice. No notice. Coupled ears pivot autonomously, intensely aware of all that happens around her, while nostrils thrash, pursuing the aroma whisked about in the gusting drafts. And all of this done without thought, unconsciously, acquired through years of guarding her own back. Accustomed to watching for cowards with ruby-hilted daggers in the night. Amber pools defy the laws of nature, seething with a fury that makes them appear depthless; an endless ocean with no bottom, one that could swallow you and leave you falling in murky depths until the fury encased inside ate away at your soul, in hatred of the world so smothering it is indefinable. Indescribable. Suddenly she is no longer moving towards the herd, yet the wind leaves her tresses billowing about her madly, providing the eerie appearance of conveyance, somewhat like what the eye perceives beneath the flickering illumination of a strobe light. Her entrance seems to demand attention, for all its silent properties. Greetings… - †Hell† †On† †Hooves† [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: [Deck the halls with boughs of holly..] Author: Frozen Dreams [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:00:07 12/25/02 Wed Frozen Dreams Deftly picking his way across the frost encrusted grass toward the mare, Frozen Dreams manages to hold a certain grace in his step. His ballooning left cannon was almost overlooked in the way he had adapted his aquiline step to encompass the limp. Slinking over, he tipped pate to the wind, scenting the perfume it carried him from the alien equine. well.. not so alien equine he corrected himself. as the arrogant stallion had already acquainted the phina. He drew neare, deep unreadable lamps flicking over her shimmering form, ears distracted by the many sounds of winter and yule-tide. The snow fell about him and disappeared at the touch of his dusted coat, even the water against it failed to give it the glossy textures most other acquired so naturally. shaking forelock from its intrusion upon his vision the steed calmly regarded the fem, eyes probing into hers with a sort of unfocused intentness. He stood tall before her, his arabian structure showing through in the pride of his poise and the ease with which he assumed the authoritative position. Drawing out the inspection a few seconds longer ardent creature finally dips his mug toward the sparkling green earth in a bow of welcome. Hello again, and welcome to Evil Valley he took a moment to tilt his head around toward the expanse of the terra behind him. I'm sure that our King will be around to greet you soon, but at the moment i believe he is occupied elsewhere. he shiftred his weight then. Fine. Just a short break. his fore lefg had been screaming for him to release the pressure of his weight from it for the last couple of hours and now, stationary he obeyed the request and held the foot before him, tip of polished flint breaking into the soft outer shell of the grassy terrain. he looked almost like a dancer, save the masculin set of the rest of his frame, and the steel gaze his eyes refused to give up. f r o z e n | d r e a m s Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude

[> Subject: . . lurk . . Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:30:10 12/25/02 Wed × take a hike × - How charming, he had come to make sure she settled in alright, to take off her coat and hat. Though tassels flit across slatted oculus, they obscure her vision none, and certainly don’t disturb their vibrantly displayed vehemence. Nonchalantly her gaze reallocates from his, to lazily scrutinize his figure. Oh look, it was even a cripple! Akin to the hunchback of Notre Dame, eh? Humored in his sensitivity, in his helplessness. Perhaps not? Prove me otherwise. “Don’t judge a book by its cover” is over-rated; there is much to be discovered upon a cover, especially when the ink upon the pages inside is not accessible. Also, she found a sort of amusement in the indigence and pain of others, observing them try to conceal the hurt that blossomed within. Surveys him lounging at his ease, without a thought to the dangers that could vault from anywhere, so untroubled and incautious. A twisted sneer, a bearing of incisors meant to be a sadistic smile, appears. The weak, the carefree, and the imprudent don’t survive. Cruel thoughts intended to burn, stemming from a smoldering detestation of all, just waiting to flare up from the confines of her tortured soul…- †Hell† †On† †Hooves†

[> Subject: . . lurk . . Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:31:40 12/25/02 Wed × take a hike × - Views his illustration of authority and faculty, labrums quirked faintly in vague amusement. New to the dale, yes, and keen to judge others, yes. She didn’t heed, in the least, others philosophy of her, and was more than capable of protecting herself if the need arose. When it comes to arbitrate- she had found one must be always judging new acquaintances, for you never know when one may transform into an adversary. Better safe then sorry, and better to know your foe then not. Doesn’t bother executing a cabaret; the world was one gargantuan stage, life merely the passing of act after act, new characters arising and dissipating with the lines of the script. She simply chose to remain backstage, apposed to attempting to please beneath the spotlight. She didn’t go about her life trying to please the crowd; she went about life pleasing herself…- †Hell† †On† †Hooves†