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Date Posted: 23:23:05 06/07/03 Sat
Author: Ellie
Subject: [erm.. couldja close your tags...?]
In reply to: . d0g . . s0ldiers . 's message, ". i . . DoN't . . KnOw . . WhAt . . To . . ThInK ." on 03:06:41 06/05/03 Thu

Greyscale thorns pinned against her neck. She had no time or presence of mind for this stallion's little mind games. "I don't care if it's in the name of the Almighty Shrimp you can get your sneaking caboose out of this territory now, or you can leave in two pieces."

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[> . BaCk . . OfF . -- . d0g . . s0ldiers ., 23:35:59 06/07/03 Sat [1]


A snort is emitted from nostrils. Single hoof paws at the ground, he was trying to control his anger and this little mare wasn't helping one bit. Head is lowered, trying to cool himself down. Ears are pressed back along finely chiselled head. The fact is, I don't care what you do, you can't stop me. There is someone here that I love, if you are going try and stop me from getting to her I will just have to kill you. Teeth are bared from auburn muzzle, ready for the intense combat, if that was meant to be. The stallion stood quielty, watching the alabaster mare.
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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[> [> (.love is like a rose, rejection and it wilts.) -- (.Shazaam.), 12:21:06 06/08/03 Sun [1]

(.The pale luminations of the daily globe were slowly beginning to crawl over the horizon and seep into the coats of each and every equine that stood in the tranquility of the Isle. It was now that the stallion made his way from the thickets and moved to the small commotion. And what do you know, right in time to see the mildly violent actions of the other stallion. It was almost instinct that drove Shazaam between the duo. Brims coiled over alabster scythe as cylindrical harks laced to capitulum with the thread of choler and the needle of ferment. A perfected hiss slithered up trachea and exalted from orifice.)
"If you are going to enter the territory that belongs to the Lead Mare you snuck, also my mother, you might want to be aware of dislike many would have for you. And in that dislike they will ask questions and pester you. But your violent actions towards them won't be tolerated, and I'm sure my mother and father wouldn't be pleased at such behavior in their home. Now you can either gather yourself and act placid, or you can pack up your wanna-be sublimity attitude and go"

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