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Date Posted: 20:02:10 12/07/03 Sun
Author: .the.sandman.
Subject: .sanity is the madness preferred by the majority.
In reply to: DOT 's message, "ime's only Mistress (SHAZ, KISS, WHOEVER ELSE)" on 15:30:25 12/07/03 Sun

.normally silent burja bears malevolently down upon the two, throwing himself aimlessly between the clashing mares with the swiftness of a sparrow.the ebbs of the attacking femme drug themselves across the left side of his neck, barely missing the vital juggular vein.crimson fluid was instantly discharged from the wound, running rapidly down his fores.occs swivel as vision is blurred.the pale steed shakes his cranium in an attempt to temporarily fix this.upon regaining of bearing, he turns to meet the face of this fae.crane arched over the sight of his wound to safeguard against damage to his juggular, he bends slightly as the knees, assuming battle position.he makes tight circles about the mare, occuli cold as ice.he was ready for anything.

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[> Time's only Mistress -- DOT, 18:01:55 12/08/03 Mon [1]

Alright, so her opponent had dodged her attack, big deal, nothing major. She could see the strain placed upon the slender frame of the other and a small smile played 'pon ash tinted lips. Seconds later she was taken off-guard by a blow to her side, and stepped back to avoid falling to the earth. Anger flooded her frozen orbs, how dare this insolent boar interrupt her combat. Using her small agile frame to counteract his large, bulky one, she charged forward, but swung out at the last moment, bucking and striking out with her hindquaters at his flank, the soft skin there would easily bruise and hurt for awhile. She was no longer a child to be sheltered, but a lady of nobility who needed to fight for herself, not let others always fight them for her.

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