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Date Posted: 14:46:16 11/23/03 Sun
Author: Daughter of Time
Subject: Time's only Mistress
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

Feeling her steely daggers connect with solid flesh, she smiled wickedly for a moment, and felt warm blood on her coronet where it had flown after the incision had been made. Landing light on her feet, she backed a few steps, ready to go a it again when she saw twin missiles aiming for her chest. Her options were few, and with miliseconds to spare, she dodged left, and felt one of them graze her shoulder, knocking the point quite well. Ooh, that one would hurt in the morning! Taking advantage of the close quarters once more, she stretched out her mug, boa snaking towards the exposed hanches, ivory incisors snapping for the meaty quarter. At the same time, she had half-reared, and her twin pillars struck out at the hocks, a good blow there would be a nice little prize for the shelves, for that area was particularly bony and quite unprotected. This would not be easy, she had not accepted the position of leader with the assumption that it would be easy. Neither would this battle be easy, but as some before had put, a hard-fought battle is a battle hard-won. Mayhap a victory here would win her some favor in the eyes of her people. She had to prove she was no longer a mere child to be tossed aside. Very tired was she of being treated lightly, no more! Now they would have to listen, and they should listen well. A new era had come over the Lights, one of war, maybe, one of peace, hopefully, but whatever awaited, they would be ready. Submission was not an option. The rebels were just that, a rebel force to be dealt with. They had dealt with them in the past, and would do so again. Everything that occured around her, she heard and saw as if from the other side of a frosted window. It was all a blur of light and noise, unimportant clutter that needed to be filtered out. She was learning, and was learning fast, she had to in order to survive. It was by nature her God-given ability. She'd have to remember to thank him when all this was through.

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[> XoXoXo's Have Got Nothin' On Her -- Kissin' Death, 16:04:56 11/23/03 Sun [1]

((ok I hope my tags are closed this time, if not, I'm sorry.))

~~Xs and Os Have Got Nothing On Her~~
	The fire touched mare smiled grimly as she felt a dager peirce the other fae's side. She spun fast, as soon as she felt her hoof make a contact. Ivory locked into her shoulder and she bit a cry of pain. Didn't turn fast enough. She chided herself. She looked over in toome to see the fae broing erslef upo to the air and then aim. She too reared, daggers aiming and clawing at the other vixen.
	.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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