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Date Posted: 01:04:16 11/28/03 Fri
Author: Daughter of Light
Subject: Temptation of turning tides
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

In that brief instant, the tide had shifted into her favor. Though potentially his actions were clever trickery, the head Rebel was going down, temptingly vulnerable. The flaxen mare, whose marred pelt could only add to her innate nobility, whirled quickly on her haunches, but no trace of the pain the action caused crossed her determined features. A flash of regret crossed her eyes as her hooves seemed to move of their own accord; if she had one weakness, it was her mercy. The dame was a healer, not a killer; her duty was to help, not hurt. But taken in context, she was helping her fellow Lights and protecting her home. Thus justified, the stalwart defender drove ever onward, blind to all else but her consuming desire to prevent the plague of rebellion from spreading. Though the pair had previously had their differences, she felt no personal animosity towards one with different convictions, and a natural leader as well. Often, however, harsh means must be taken to achieve greater success: cripple the leader to cripple the army. Leaping forward, she harnessed her momentum into a focused drive at the stumbling stallion, fores steady to strike like vipers. From her perspective, there were two possible outcomes: he would surrender, or she would extract painful retribution for his trespassing.

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[> Time's only Mistress -- Daughter of Time, 13:12:44 11/28/03 Fri [1]

Ha! You think I fear death? You must be insane. The stormy fae stayed true to her course, and adrenaline rushed through her veins, giving her an extra boost, a sheild against the pain. Just as she felt her pearly ivories latch onto copper pelt, she felt also a dull pain in her chest, the knee of the other had knocked into her, but she smiled, not allowing herself to flinch. If the knee had hit her chest, then she was temporarily off-balance, laws of physics love. Using this to her advantage, the sterling fae thrust herself to the side, forcing her shoulder into the slender frame of the other, hoping to knock her to the earth below. Orbs of crystal flashed menacingly, filled with a flame that licked the entire bodice of the silver monarch. One that would not allow her to taste death, not yet at any rate.

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