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Subject: whoa..sorry about the crazy post, needed to try and be creative. didn't work, but i tried.

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 23:15:15 01/01/03 Wed
In reply to: Phantom's Song 's message, "^it'll be stuck in your head forever . . .^" on 21:28:41 01/01/03 Wed

the stallion stepped forth from the darkness that haunted this detached terra. his ebony pools held a depth that was unreachable and his saoring pride had fizzled away on something. his aura displayed.. well, nothing. his facade was an empty shell and his countenance was set with a cold impassivity that did not match the words he spoke. his stare flickered breifly over the form of the stallion, but the stocky male's stare was blank, lost. now this was an odd display for you, isn't it Frozen Dreams? indeed this one wil be quite confused to discover the difference from your impression and the gouge you've left in your homeland. silly boy, Frozen Dreams
this voice haunted his distracted thoughts occasionally. butthe final comment drove him past the point of not caring. his conceit flared back to life at the impertinent tone his cerebrum was dictating to him. fire flashed dangerously in his eyes, and he reared his head with an unmatcheable arrogance.
this facet of an entity was, however, no more inviting than the other. his face twisted with disapproval. the like haunted there quite often. but he could pull it off here, these ones didn't know him. they came as the beggars. he was the passing guvnor. the one with change in his pocket. and he offered it now. the sneer seemed like it belonged in his tone, and each word was calculated and expressly punctuated. the contrast to the emotionless form of three seconds before was a confusing memory.

you would be well met at Evil Valley. feel free to join us there.

he pivotted on his hind leg, and strode off at a quick jog, his pace hard set and proud. each step was carefully placed among the icy pathways. his footsteps burned clearly despite the falling snow. better follow quick. make a choice. the oathway will disappear soon.

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