Demon turns sends a glare towards the femora knowing she was right but would never admit it paced off.
((Aw.. you hurt his poor wittle ego))
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My pleasure -- Silk, 11:08:22 05/16/03 Fri [1]
Her tightened facial muscles shifted into a clever smirk.
(*laughs* Did I really? The poor thang... I think she likes him. *shrugs* Life is full of mysteries, and some are better unknown.)
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Oh really! -- Demonio, 20:39:42 05/16/03 Fri [1]
Only so much could he take as he took a last peek seeing the evident smirk. Daggers punched the ground as he marched back pools of storm cloud flashing lightning. Something.. funny. He held his temper muscled tightening to keep a hold of himself. He can't lose it this big boy never lost his cool. Fiery ooids bore into her own as he was determined to win some ground agaisnt her.
((Lol. My poor wittle baby got his feewings huwt. Not many can do that. Let's see what unfolds shall we.))
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Ah, a challenge -- Silk, 19:11:31 05/18/03 Sun [1]
The Arabian's features melted into a dead calm silence. Her enjoyment of conflicts increased over time, yet this one seemed to be more of a witted competition. Tail whipping with a sense of irritation at her hocks, she manages to produce an artificial grin.
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(I almost forgot the OOC message. :P) -- Silk, 19:18:23 05/18/03 Sun [1]
(*restrains herself from tossing her head back and cackling... instead, she nods pleasantly* Indeed we shall.)
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A Staring Contest! -- Demonio, 09:09:04 05/19/03 Mon [1]
He watched her carefully ooids clouding and darkening who did this mare think she was? He bore his own dark pools into her own staring her down. 'Why' he asked himself 'was he here in a staring contest with the annoyingly beautiful fema.. wait where did that come from.' He snorted darkly ebonite daggers smashing into the earth fores ripping it apart. He kept himself from shaking his raven hued cranium to clear his head. Demon relaxed his muscles and he to produced a a grin that was more a smirk. They must look like idiots standing here grinning like fools.
((*shivers at the to pleasent look* spooky!))
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Blink and It's Over -- Silk, 16:51:15 05/19/03 Mon [1]
How...? How could an evil move me in such a manner? Her mask of hatred began to dissolve into a rough glare. "Has the big boy forgotten his way home?" At last, the uncomfortable silence was shattered for a moment. The mare stiffens into a firm posture.
(*chuckles* Forgive her. She has an exotic way of displaying "affection".)
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I Never Lose -- Demonio, 21:46:17 05/19/03 Mon [1]
The brute watches the the female onxy daggers striking out at the earth. He stops holding still as she begans to speak. Invisible eyebrow was raised as he keeps his cool. Of course I know my way home but I find you quite intriguing. His dark look faded replaced by one of challenge. Find a reply to that I dare ya!
((Quite all right I believe he's a bit lost as well.))
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Highly Doubtful -- Silk, 16:23:56 05/20/03 Tue [1]
"Is that so, Demon?" Her ear pricked forward, the other pinned back to her skull... an obvious emblem of hesitation. "Was the compliment you stated supposed to have an effective impact on me?" Her voice, bitterly dry, found it a struggle to create a long string of perfectionist come-backs. The Arabian's almond orbs narrowed slightly, although they strained to develop reflections of infuriation.
(Ah, so they do have one thing in common so far, not bad. I do hope my post makes sense. *grin*)
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Zoink! -- ^, 16:24:30 05/25/03 Sun [1]
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Baw! Woops! -- Demonio, 20:03:34 05/27/03 Tue [1]
Ebonite brute eyed the other dark ooids flashing as she cocked a hind cannon in a relaxed position. Snort was pressed from nasal as he snorted darkly. I certainly doubted it would but there isn't any harm in trying. Why are you being so mean? An effective smirk was formed across facade as he tossed raven hued locks about. Besides who said it was a compliment your just assuming I would compliment you. That one was tossed out there to confuse her simple or perhaps in furiate the female equine further.
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OOC -- Demon/Riley, 20:05:47 05/27/03 Tue [1]
((Simple slipped my mind about the postie I had here. And yes your post make sense lol *grins cheekily*))
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Test of Wits (certainly not the most creative... lol) -- Silk, 20:40:46 05/28/03 Wed [1]
Throat tightening, the femmora grinned deviously. It is a challenge, indeed. "Of course, when you try anything involving myself, severe consequences mostly follow behind." Her muscles bunched as tension attached itself to the mare. "Excuse me, for a moment," she curtly adds, slender legs carrying her form to the nearby stream to moisten her parched throat. The palomino, thirst quenched, turns her crania a bit to allow Demonio to enter her eye's vision. "How can I be defined as mean, when you are dubbed as it, evil?"
(Simple, yet sweet. *laughs quietly* For an unidentified reason, I'm finding much amusement out of this. :))
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Test of Wits (certainly not the most creative... lol) -- Silk, 20:41:44 05/28/03 Wed [1]
Throat tightening, the femmora grinned deviously. It is a challenge, indeed. "Of course, when you try anything involving myself, severe consequences mostly follow behind." Her muscles bunched as tension attached itself to the mare. "Excuse me, for a moment," she curtly adds, slender legs carrying her form to the nearby stream to moisten her parched throat. The palomino, thirst quenched, turns her crania a bit to allow Demonio to enter her eye's vision. "How can I be defined as mean, when you are dubbed as it, evil?"
(Simple, yet sweet. *laughs quietly* For an unidentified reason, I'm finding much amusement out of this. :))
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No Problem -- Demonio, 15:37:49 05/30/03 Fri [1]
As the grin spread across her features he cocked an ear forward in questioning. A smirk crossed his own pate severe consequences oh dear am I in for it now? He chuckled darkly watching her move away to the small stream. As she raised up and looked at him speaking he snorted. Me be defined as Evil I didn't think 'evil' would necessarily mean I am mean. What is the definition of 'evil' anyway. So many have disputed about it I really don't know anymore. He looked at her questioningly for a moment before also stepping forward lowering skull maw parting allowing the cold liquid to flow into his throat. He rose shaking water droplets from his mug flinging them everywhere he looked at her awaiting an answere.
((Baw! THe age old question what really is 'evil' I had to ask. This is quite amusing just waiting so see how the other shall react *evil laughter* who knows.))
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