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Date Posted: 02:57:50 08/05/03 Tue
Author: . d0g . . s0ldiers .
Subject: . ShOw . . YoUrSeLf .


Slowly the mahogan stallion entered, he was determined to know it all, the truth. Would she lie to him just to so he would leave her alone or would it come to the brink of true insanity. He would soon know. The auburn bronc came to an abrupt halt, he was in search of the palomino mare. Perhaps she was going to avoid him like the last time, maybe this time she would come out of the world of denile. It occured to him that denile was not just a river in egypt. Loud, savage tune is emitted from vocal cords. He knew he would not be avoided for long, his dark presence always cause mayhem for the inhabitants of the island. Still, there was laways the tense feeling he was being watched ever so carefully.
I am a warrior, a blood thirsty beast by the name of Dog Soldiers. My curse is one only identified as Boar. My designated scars lay upon this bloody hide of Mahogan. My existence is only seen within the expanse of Death Valley. The section of my dwelling may be seen within the Dark Lands. Let my up most devotion go to the one by the calling of No One. Let these gremlins pay more respect to me than themselves, None.

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[> (Leave or meet your Demise) -- (Shazaam), 09:04:14 08/05/03 Tue [1]

(Nox had finally taken her reign over the world of Cascade Mountains, and just when Shazaam stepp back upon his homelands, his vision caught something he wished not to see. Taut epidermis was carved into a glassy mesomorphic figurine, cone shaped harks gyrated until they fell in disgust upon his capitulum. Svelte appendages drew the svelte King towards the unwanted. The salvage. A steady hiss oscillated from vocals as he slowled his velocity and pulled up beside the stallion)

"Leave my mother alone. You will never take her heart from my father. Try until you crash and burn, but she is entwined to her family. Sorry, but she is not the tramp you obviously picture her as. If you love her, leave her be. Step off of my lands, and never step back on them. Step off... or meet your death"

(He gritted his teeth at his last word. Death. He was beginning to sound dark. evil. Yet he wouldn't put up with his family, and his home, being disturbed and pestered all the time. And it was seriously eating away at his nerves)

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[> [ . Worried . ] -- Tori, 20:07:13 08/05/03 Tue [1]

[ . Parking her son in the safety of a copse of trees with the admonition not to move, the golden mare set off determinedly towards her mate. Jaded orbs landed on the brute that obviously had her love worked up into such a tizzy. She vaguely recalled other instances when the mahogany stallion had made appearances in the Isle, and none of her recollections had a happy ending. Steeling her nerve with a backwards look at her semi-obedient prince, the palomino kept on her course until she drew even with Shazaam. A worried expression covered her facade, but she knew that Shazaam was well-equipped to drive the intruder from his home. Standing staunchly by his side, the golden beauty reflected a steady gaze at the other stallion, wondering why he didn't get the hint and find a mare of his own side to haunt. ]

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[> . BaCk . . OfF . -- . d0g . . s0ldiers ., 02:32:30 08/06/03 Wed [1]


Audditives are pressed back along finely chiselled head, he didn't want trouble but merely wanted to sought things out. It was obvious that she spoke the words he had wished to keep as a secret. He supposed that he couldn't keep it a secret for long. A slight glance is made over towards the palomino mare and the young foal. These lights were obviously trying to drive him away but something inside him kept his limbs from moving, perhaps it was courage, determination or something else that he didn't know he even had. Listen Shazaam, I'm not here to just play around. I think that it's about time that things were soughted out. Now you either let me pass or I guarrantee that a lot of bad things will happen over here. A soft grin is placed upon his dark features, perhaps it was time to start up the rebellion and bring the next war. Yes, but then again he had nother things to think about. The stallion waits, hoping to hear the answer that he wanted, but then he glanced over to the young foal, maybe there was something else he could do.
I am a warrior, a blood thirsty beast by the name of Dog Soldiers. My curse is one only identified as Boar. My designated scars lay upon this bloody hide of Mahogan. My existence is only seen within the expanse of Death Valley. The section of my dwelling may be seen within the Dark Lands. Let my up most devotion go to the one by the calling of No One. Let these gremlins pay more respect to me than themselves, None.

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[> [ . Don't you dare . ] -- Tori, 07:18:35 08/06/03 Wed [1]

[ . Tufted flutes plastered themselves to her cranium at the evil's glance towards her son. All hell would reign down upon his head and his family if the stallion even looked crossways at her baby. Shazaam was a formidible opponent in his own right, but nothing could compare to a mother protecting her young. The promise of torture, long and slow, showed plainly in her jaded orbs, pearly ivories faintly bared at Dog Soldiers. ]

Be careful dearie. For now you are only a pest, but mess with the wrong creatures and we'll have to send what's left of your mangled hide back to your own lands in a matchbox.

[ . Her tone was honey sweet, but the look in her eye was pure murder and deadly promise. She wasn't bluffing, and wasn't afraid to make good on her "promises." ]

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[> [> (Dare you pleasure me with your blood?) -- (Shazaam), 09:19:03 08/06/03 Wed [1]

(The dawn peeked over the distant horizon as Shazaam's blood ran cold. He was annoyed. He was tired. And now the pathetic maggot was threatening his family? Screw this. Shazaam cavorted off to the side in a sickening nonchalance)

"Meet me at the challenge board, your time is up, I gave you your chance. Now it's your time to meet your fate"

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