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Date Posted: 21:56:29 11/24/03 Mon
Author: Shazaam
Subject: Unleash the dragon
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

The scarred bay could feel the momentary disapproval of DoT, his normally well-concealed cynicism surfacing in the form of a harsh snort. The naivety of youth, he mused to himself. To believe that engaging in violence would solve anything was a juvenile conclusion. Violence begat violence and so the vicious cycle continued endlessly. The mahogany stud had been fighting for longer than the newly elevated royal had been alive. He knew the trauma and heartbreak of war, what the death and destruction could do to a family, to an entire land all too well. Sensing that the mare was all too keen to prove herself, the bay stallion pointedly ignored her, focusing his entire being on his mother. There would be time enough later to deal with his co-regent. His ears laced back and remained tight to his skull, a none-too-subtle warning. This war would be the end of any civility between the Lights and their darker counterparts. Too many rules and agreements had been violated to ever mend the broken fences, a fact that deeply grieved the stallion and provoked his rather foul mood.

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[> .:.Oh, so you think you can just 'deal with me' do you? well, it's time for a wake-up call.:. -- DOT .:. Xaranth .:. Heth, 09:35:00 11/25/03 Tue [1]

With the grace and agility of a gazelle, the silver monarch found her footing upon the wither of the charging femme. Using the forward thrust of the creature beneath her, she pushed off to the left, landing on all fours, though she was hard pressed to keep her balance. Steadying herself, she turned once more to face her challenge. Her shoulder ached with every step, her neck stung, her chest pounded, but she was still alive. As long as there was breath in her slender frame, she would never give in, never. Sensing her co-reagent�s purposeful ignorance, she snorted, if he thought her fighting so childish and vain, then how come he did nothing to stop it? In that moment of peace, she shook her head, sometimes action is the only way. Then the calm shattered, for that was indeed the calm before the storm. The sterling fae exploded in a burst of amazing speed, no longer a breathing creature, but a bullet aimed for her enemy. She lowered her head as she drew near, tucking it to the side so that once more she would connect with her shoulder-her good shoulder. Her ebony/ivory tassels streamed out behind her, the air rippled, the wake of her power. Yes, power. However young she was, she was not weak. She knew how to care for herself. The delicate matters of politics were like sleep for her, battle like breath. Most of her life had had been a loner, living only with her mother, alone, yet never alone. She had helped to negotiated their entrance to a herd of Valkyries, she had aided her mother in battle against a bloodthirsty wolf pack, equines were a species she knew well, being one of them. As a young filly in the Valkyrie haven, she often fought young colts her age and older, winning for her quick wit and sheer will. Now would be no different. She was eager to prove herself yes, to Shazaam, no. He did not deserve her respect, and so she gave it not. He was cold and harsh, she was cool and collected. Where he was rough, she was smooth, where she was young, he was wise, where he was cold, she was warm, DOL had done well. They fit perfectly, though not seamlessly. And all of a sudden it dawned on her! The reason he hated her so, or appeared to at any rate. Hmm, this made sense, why hadn�t she thought of it before? Because you�re locked in battle silly and should be thinking of that! Oh yeah, alright, back to business. Oh, and Shazaam, if this fighting is so childish and na�ve, why is your mother fighting while you take front row seats?

The two dragons of Pernese nature seemed to laugh at the �evil� ones. They remained as they were, their size obviously greater than the larger one. Any would sought to defeat them would be delusional. The gold spoke, her cold voice ringing on the morning air.

^Hello SteelSings. So good to see you again. The reason we fight not, well, we fear we�d be an unfair match for you, I mean, other than SteelSings here, none of you hold a candle.^

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