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Subject: [ I'm too lazy to type out all the HTML for the subject. ]


Author:
Psyche
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Date Posted: 15:36:39 12/10/02 Tue
 Psyche, the silent onlooker, observed the tiresome behaviors of her birthplace with her customary jaded glare. The early clouds draped thick quilts of fire and amethyst light upon her stippled hide, yet she did not stir. Boredom paraplegia had left her rangy limbs rusted and clumsy.

Her eyes dulled. Time to count the stars; a potentially lifelong and thus deadly practice.
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[> Subject: [Firey emblems]


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 16:21:41 12/10/02 Tue
Frozen Dreams

Turning bored eyes away from the conversation below he turned himself instead toward the other side of the hill, trotting down, his cocky posture and high-held head slightly miffed by his own mental conversation, his hsoulder a little more slak, his neck lowered, head almost level with his shoulders, eyes trained on the ground. After a few steps away from the base of the hill he turns, spying another creature off to one side. A mare. he walks toward her, eyes looked on her face before he noticed where she was looking. He, in the instinctive reaction of most animals looked up also, to see the stars and he marveled, as he always did while behilding the heavenly sight, why the stars bothered to shine at all. He stood there, before the mare, but in his own mind, his psyche he was well away, once again trapped within the prisons of his fey mind. Travelling the halls of thought.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
The memories never disappear but evolve in the frigidity of solitude



[> Subject: )(You call me strong, you call me weak, but still your secrets I will keep.)(


Author:
Death Moon
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Date Posted: 16:45:07 12/10/02 Tue
.You took for granted all the times I never let you down.




.Sanity is the madness preferred by the majority.
]Snowy white bruja stands staring on top of a steep slope, mind deep in thought. Tresses flow rhythmatically with slight breeze. Muscular bod maintains equilibrial stance before pivoting suddenly on fore-pillars, making way slowly t'wards the mare. Dial is dropped momentarily before eyes lock, studying her mind[
[> Subject: [troubling eventualities]


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 16:59:06 12/10/02 Tue
Frozen Dreams

distracted from his reverie by the approach of another, somewhat familiar.. ah yes, he remembered watching this one from the hill-top. his eyes wandered over the stallion warily, feeling again the familiar cold, hate, kill vibe that had haunted most of what he knew to be life. His gaze seemed to go unnoticed, as the other seemed busy within his own thoughts. or someone else's.. he thought to himself, remembering stories he'd heard as a colt. Something within this stallion's mask of fear and vengeance and loathing something bristled deep within the labyrinth of Frozen Dream's thoughts.

f r o z e n d r e a m s
The memories never disappear but evolve in the frigidity of solitude



[> Subject: [ I'm very amused by you two. ]


Author:
Psyche
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Date Posted: 17:17:57 12/10/02 Tue
[ ...because Psyche here is, in reality, six months old. She's one of the twin daughters of Malussinn and Cirrus. -Grins- Sorry if she had you fooled, there. Oh well, she'll eat this right up. She's rather mature for her age, if you haven't noticed. ]

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Psyche studied the two intruders in as dignified a manner as possible, allowing her sharp gaze to wander from one to the next. Hmm.

Apart from the age gap, she could relate to the first one, the arrogant one, who carried himself in the same type of way that her father did. Were they birds of a feather? Two of a kind? Who watched with self-posessed eyes while the members of the myriad and unwashed proletariat reveled in their own stupidity; their own moral dirt?

The second one seemed obtuse. He was an equine James Bond, she sensed, who fought and caroused and shot 'em up before having another good romp with one of his many handmaidens. Whether he had been thwarted at her age she did not know, but in all her hypocrisy could not stand the idea of bothering to find out. Her exquisite hatred of the brand of male who danced in toe shoes would ultimately intensify as she grew.

"Well?" Her first word in weeks was spoken in her usual lyrical, if razor-sharp, tone. "Now what?"
[> Subject: )(You call me strong, you call me weak, but still your secrets I will keep)(


Author:
Death Moon
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Date Posted: 17:59:12 12/10/02 Tue
)(Orbs dance lightly 'pon features of 'mare', slight hint of amusement on expressions)("An obtuse James Bond in toe shoes...Hmmm, not exactly how I would characterize myself, but whatever. I am Death Moon. And you?")(Slight nod in greeting is given)(
[> Subject: [fluctuations]


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 18:10:35 12/10/02 Tue
Frozen Dreams

Frozen Dreams raises an eyebrow and looks toward Death moon was he pulling thing sfrom the air..? then it struck him, Death Moon must have been able to read minds, as he'd first thought. no matter, wasn't important, he turned back, smiling, to to the.. 'little mare' before him "Frozen Dreams" his smile was coquettish, but was more to show off the effect it had on him than an aim to please the other.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
The memories never disappear but evolve in the frigidity of solitude




[> Subject: )(You call me strong, you call me weak, but still your secrets I will keep)(


Author:
Death Moon
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Date Posted: 15:32:43 12/11/02 Wed
)(Clears throat)("Psyche, umm...ehh...Would you...go...to the SnowBall with me?")(Cold oculi go warm momentarily)(


((OOC:Whoa, that had to be the crappiest post ever, but oh well))
[> Subject: ...


Author:
Psyche
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Date Posted: 15:45:49 12/11/02 Wed
[ How the heck does he know that she thinks he's an "obtuse James Bond in toe shoes?" Can he read minds? -Annoyed- And why, oh WHY, do you want to ask a creature who would be eight years old as human to the Snow Ball? ]

Psyche's reticence departed at the mention of being escorted to the messy social function. By proxy and process of elimination, that left only an acid tongue in her head to contend with her unruly temper.

"No, you idiot, I don't want to go to the Snow Ball with you. I don't want to go to the Snow Ball at all, actually, but I'd kill myself before I ever went with someone like you. And, because you made the mistake of asking me, the chances of me ever actually wanting to talk to you again have disappeared." Scowling, her harsh gaze burned holes in his sleek coat.
[> Subject: )(Smirk)(


Author:
Death Moon
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Date Posted: 16:02:57 12/11/02 Wed
((DM doesn't know she's not older...and yes, he can read minds))


"Ahh...got a slight temper, don't we?")(Light smirk toys at labrums as he finally realizes that she was much younger than his first assumptions had led him to believe.)(
[> Subject: .\./ .insidious. .shade. \./.


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 16:03:01 12/11/02 Wed
"What a curious thing to ask a child, Death Moon." His gaze, no less piercing than his daughter's, ran briefly over the stallion. Curious as the question was, it was ever more curious to Malussinn as the child was his own. "I would advise you to remember that Psyche is much younger than you-" And remember that I'm her father. However much he wished to allow his own tongue to shoot fire and poison, he was very much aware that Psyche didn't need him to do that - she was better at speaking acid than he. Nevertheless, he cannot help the tightening of his muscles and narrowing of his eyes; somethings could not be overlooked by anger.
[> [> Subject: ....


Author:
Psyche
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Date Posted: 16:07:45 12/11/02 Wed
"Good. Now that you've drawn the correct conclusions, you can leave." A falsely saccharine smile lit her dark eyes with its conterfeit syrup. "'Bye-bye!"
[> Subject: )(Steps back)(


Author:
Death Moon
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Date Posted: 16:06:47 12/11/02 Wed
"I am sorry, sire. I knew not how old your daughter was, nor that she was of your blood. I appolagize.")(Attention turns from the current situation to another important matter)("Sire, I believe I have won the challenge for the title of King, and would be greatly honored if you would rule beside me."
[> Subject: .\./ .insidious. .shade. \./.


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 17:16:17 12/11/02 Wed
He watched the stallion. Somehow he managed to remain calm on the exterior. Somehow Death Moon managed to anger him more. "I'm afraid I cannot accept, Death Moon. Maybe age has done this to me - but when I first became King I proved myself worthy before the fact. I will do so again if need be, but I will not accept the position handed to me wrapped. To you the position may be power - the power to execute, for instance - but to me it is more than you can imagine."
[> Subject: [registered chaos of the mind]


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 17:54:36 12/11/02 Wed
Frozen Dreams

Frozen Dreams, having been watching silently, forgotten throughout the conversation, nursing his ego back to health, now made a strtled onise of surprise at the confusing flux in the government, and he would have stumbled, had he been walking, but he was saved such embarassing behaviour as he was standing still, and the most that ensued was a slight widening of his eyes and defiant raise in the muzzle as he looked again toward the stallion beside him, then on to Amlussin, then back again, struggling to kep his attentions more focused on the conversation, pushing aside, for the moment, his own conceit and proud nature.

f r o z e n d r e a m s
The memories never disappear but evolve in the frigidity of solitude




[> Subject: [Simplicity is hard to find]


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 18:51:44 12/12/02 Thu
Frozen Dreams

Completely at a loss his guarded putlook crumbles to reveal frank surprise and he manages a; "What..But, you.. How.." before he falls silent again, chewing his tongue, racking his brain for questions he can't seem to ask properly. had his tongue broken off?

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
The memories never disappear but evolve in the frigidity of solitude




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


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 04:25:18 12/13/02 Fri
He grinned easily at Frozen Dreams, his eyes taking on a glitter of distorted mirth. "Surprised? Everyone seems to be except Ziraga and I." A polished flint dug idly into the turf.
[> Subject: [Templates of Indifference]


Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 09:49:48 12/13/02 Fri
Frozen Dreams

"Surprised? ofcourse I'm surprised Sire.. I mean.." his thoughts lay scattered about in pieces and he struggled to reign in his confusion, shaking himself mentally, and physically he falls silent a few seconds, weighting the sounds of the breeze in the valley. Looking up at the other his eyes narowed ever so slightly as he gauged the worth of the steed before him. already a King? he thought, shaking his head. may the gods protect us. And, proud as he was Frozen Dreams lowered his head to the new king and murmured"majesty." before lifting it again, holding his posture this time, making up for his display of frankness, meeting new authority with his usual suave disregard and studied discipline.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
The memories never disappear but evolve in the frigidity of solitude

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


Author:
Malussinn
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Date Posted: 14:28:10 12/13/02 Fri
He regarded the stallion with a critical eye. "Please, Frozen Dreams, I dislike being called 'majesty', 'sire', and the like. Actually, I would prefer if you would just call me 'Malussinn' or even 'Mal'... that is my name after all." Turning away, he smiled slowly, his eyes tripping over that of the form of Death Moon. "Good-day." The black stallion picked up a brisk walk and left.
[> Subject: *entertaining*


Author:
Johnny
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Date Posted: 22:39:00 12/14/02 Sat
The diminutive foal had been scrutizing the situation detachedly from a position yards from the conflict, mahogany orbs wide with comical incredulity. Too egotistical. To arrogant. They will never make it far in the life of the equine.

Not to say that our maniac was the most humble; be had a good head upon his shoulders. Reasonable enough. Verbose; but not perhaps negatively so, and intelligent. His thoughts of optimism were rejoiced in eleemosynary openness; still a wonderful contradiction to his name.

Although he had gone over this to himself many times, he brought the subject up yet again as he pondered his own emotional status in daydream. Perhaps his mother had named him this in humor? Or because of her expectations? As crude as the second option seemed, he did not put it past her. Her incidence was a rarity to him; leaving a shattered worth that would be crucially building this important years. His sister had diminished as well; his twin, his flesh. He had no one, and he needed interlacement.

Which brought him to this current position. Others opinions were extremely valued, his co-dependence level was high. For the infantile, each word as selected as politically correct, then polished and displayed with proper disposition. His goal was to offend the least number of people as possible but at least; belong. Perhaps that was why he admired Psyche, in a sense; her brazen grit and bold dexterous proved true with her cutting wit and blunt opinions. He would develop, in time, a wonderfully satiric and comical personality; but that, like his nimble limbs, he would have to grow in to.

The scuffle was…entertaining, to say the least, how the petty grovel at the feet of the royal. He was still moderately young to value the adult comprehension of supremacy, much less care about it; but the general vibe of the state of affairs was clear the lanky colt. When the peasants had scuttled off to their respective corners, the skewbald extended a spider-like limb in the direction of the other, more rotund one of his stature.

“Hey, Psyche. What’s up?”
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