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Date Posted: 14:54:31 06/07/03 Sat
Author: Ellie and Rhonnie
Subject: cut 'im off at the pass
In reply to: . d0g . . s0ldiers . 's message, ". i . . DoN't . . KnOw . . WhAt . . To . . ThInK ." on 03:06:41 06/05/03 Thu

The sterling majorette piaffes up the sandy beach, her hooves dipping into the water as she embarks onto the sand bar. Her dark eyes watch the Evil stallion who teeters dangerously at the edge of her charge, the Isle. Milky-white tail flagged, her forelegs elevated in a short rear. With a wild-eyed snort she emanated a low neigh, a low verbato that is menacing in itself. "What do you want?" She asks coursly, her head lowered and her ears swept back flat against her head.

The threatening mare's alluring sister stood not to far off on the beach. The mare's coat, equally matched with Ellie's, flashes in the slowly rising sun. Her feathery mane flies about her face as she approaches her stocky sister's side. "Ellie, who is this?" She whispers to her sister, though her well-pool eyes are attuned to the handsome stallion. Once a flirt, always a flirt.

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[> . i'Ve . . FaLlEn . -- . d0g . . s0ldiers ., 22:29:09 06/07/03 Sat [1]


Mahogan boar gazes over towards the light mare. No doubt hse was angry that he had dared to enter the realm of the lights. Still he didn't care, there was something that called him here and he couldn't bare to say that word out loud. You want to know what I'm doing here, let's just say it's in the name of love. With the few words that he spoke he turned away, still searching for something that he could hold. What was he thinking, his heart had taken a hold of his head and now he was falling head over heels. He was a fool for even coming here but he ignored it.
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 Devil�s Mountain. 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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