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Date Posted: 23:54:55 11/22/03 Sat
Author: Kissin' Death
Subject: XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

~~Xs and Os Have Got Nothing On Her~~
	The copper mare snorted, shaking her head. As she shok copper locks from her maliceable orbs, she saw the flash of the sterling vixen to late. She was knocked slightly off balance. She stumbled sideways, half-rearing in the process. She smiled viciously to herself. Aye M'Lady that was a good move, but let me assure you, it shall not happen again. A coldness seeped into her emerald orbs, glittering cruelly. She pawed at the hard eath with a single dagger, turning and sharing at the stormed fae. She snaked out her neck, teeth snapping shut.
	.cursed. .Kissin� Death. .label. .Kiss. .genre. .Demoness. .stained. .Chestnut. .marks. .Blaze. .winters. .4. .class. .Arab. .heart. .Evil. .domicile. .Infinite Valley. .importance. .Lead.
	.fa�ade. .Copper color with a blaze. Her mane and tail are like spilled fire. Emerald eyes are usually always cold or filled with malice. .traits. .This one is a spitfire. Cruel and cold hearted. She has no tolerance for pushy stallions or mares who think they can outrank her. Very wise and can be quite overpowering at times. Not afraid of a challenge or a fight, very brave. Loves to run and is quite fast. .days gone by. .She has lived a normal life. Though her parents died at an early age, she was old enough to take care of herself. .brood. .None. .b� loved. .None. .allies. .Midnight Sun. : .Voodoo Dancer. : .Disturbed. : .DuneStone. .loathed. .Calypso.

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[> Sacrifice part for the whole (don't forget to close your tags!) -- Daughter of Light, 00:21:52 11/23/03 Sun [1]

To the world itself, she paid no attention. The dragon's mindspeech, as well as the multiple dragons' presence, went unnoticed. Her only desire was to convince Adrian, and through him, his minions, to leave her vivacious terra. Perhaps wrongfully, she had not even considered giving DoT the opportunity to handle Adrian herself and thus prove her worth to her people, but even royalty is ultimately flawed. External stimuli was handled instinctively, enough to be aware of her surroundings without being concerned by them.

Head and legs she would protect, but the mare made no move to evade the solid buck. Her only shift was to avoid an angle that would be conducive to broken bones, taking the hit with a controlled grunt. Because she had not removed herself from proximity to him, the matriarch was able to respond immediately after his hinds grounded themselves. A third time she launched herself forward, but rather than simply forcing her weight upon him as she had twice past, the nimble fairy snaked her head forward with tightly pinned ears to bite his rump, simultaneously bringing her forehooves slashing towards his upper hinds. The movement caused her shoulder to pound, for certainly it had been deeply bruised by the kick, but if she avoided using it, it would become a stiff hindrance. Instead, rather than attempting to ignore the ache, she accepted it and moved past it, aware that she would likely receive far greater as the battle wore on. The mare, acting as any lead would, intended to constantly be the aggressor, forcing him to respond to her advances. In vain, she hoped that he would acquiesce and take an honorable retreat, having proved his point, and leave them in peace. The matter had progressed beyond negotiations, however, and neither had need to speak. Their messages were made crystal clear in their actions, instead.

(Dog, if you want to talk to DOL, you're going to have to do it mentally or have him wait a bit longer. She's not going to stop fighting Adrian anytime soon)

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