A Staring Contest! -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 09:09:04 05/19/03 Mon
Author: Demonio
Subject: A Staring Contest!
In reply to: French Silk 's message, "Absense (important)" on 17:12:38 03/23/03 Sun

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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