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Subject: [Deck the halls with boughs of holly..] Author: Frozen Dreams [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:00:07 12/25/02 Wed In reply to: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. 's message, ". well well well, what have we here ." on 11:44:49 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 [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> 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†