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Date Posted: 11:08:16 11/23/03 Sun
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~~
	Copper fae's teeth sunk deep into the stormed hide of the other. She smiled viciously. Payback. The words, hardly out of her mouth when she saw charcoal diamonds being thrown at her from a very close distance. She crow-hopped, obviously not fast enough for a biting feeling sank with her shoulder. SHe loked over, seeing a deep gash bleeding sluggishly. SHe grinned wickedly, a distant lok in her eyes. First blood. She turned slowly, facing the other, she smiled calmly. Suddenly she spun, swift daggers aimed high at the other fae's chest.
	.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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[> [cast.me.away] -- Castaway, 12:32:56 11/23/03 Sun [1]

[as more fighting breaks out in their small group, the mascu' backs farther away to give the warriors space. shaking his head sadly, he watches the chaos erupt around him. old though he was, he was strong and suddenly thirsted for a fight. looking around, he seeks one who is not currently engaged] And will no one fight an old stallion? [a dagger paws restlessly at the ground, brown eyes flicking from creature to creature]

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