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Date Posted: 15:53:18 03/08/03 Sat
Author: Desmonio
Subject: French Silk has been snuck
You stopped the sneak Friday but I posted it Sunday so Thursday it would have been complete.
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Snort -- Elephant (Ellie) and Queen Victoria (Rhonnie), 17:59:32 03/08/03 Sat [1]
Ellie, in all her glory, prances over to the invador. "Bow fiend, and may you quail below my glare!" She says loudly, glaring at the stallion convincingly. Her tiny well-made ears are pressed flat against her skull, and she stomps a hoof menacingly. After proffering another sharp snort, she turns tail to him and farts. [*giggles*]
On the other hand, Rhonnie only stands placidly with her usual gorgeous smile plastered to her face, even though her slight ditzyness kept her from truly understanding the situation. Her mouth agape, she watches her sisters rude and otherwise obnoxious behavior. "Oh Ellie you clodhopper!" She squeals as the gas is passed.
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-O Demônio Anda Entre Você- -- Demônio, 20:40:57 03/08/03 Sat [1]
As the female comes over to where he stands he snorts. After ordering him to bow he snorts and turns away only to then hear then smelling an offending odor. He turns to her eyes showing clear disgust. He then turns as the other speaks a light smile is layed across feautres. Who might you be beautiful lady. Deep bow is offered to the other mare.
{I almost died laughing when I read that *laughs lightly*}
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[I'm glad you were entertained *big grin*] -- Ellie and Rhonnie, 20:54:41 03/08/03 Sat [1]
Rhonnie smiles a thus charming smile, batting her eyes at the stallion. "My name is Queen Victoria," She says, her voice soft. She very carefully chose not to reveal her silly and childish nickname. "Please pardon my sister's rude actions, she has absolutely no manners," She apologizes politely, her slim Arab frame taking a brief step closer to he.
It was now Ellie's turn to gape at her sister. Boiling over with rage at her stupidity, she whirls around teeth gnashing at Rhonnie. "You mule! STOP FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY! You moron!" She squealed, her voice echoing throughout the territory. However, her namecalling didn't stop there, and as Ellie continued to fly off the handle her words became more and more indecent, so they will not be repeated here.
Ignoring the tantrum, Rhonnie continues to smile flirtaciously at the stallion.
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" Ellie's rage continues. "YOU CAN'T KEEP YOURSELF OFF A STALLION FOR TWO SECONDS YOU LITTLE-" Words did not express this anger. She kicked out at her sister with the ferocity of a tornado.
The kick landed on her rump as Rhonnie skittered out of the way. Luckily, it only grazed it. Her large wide-set eyes filled with tears and her lower lip quivered in a rather pathetic manner. "Ouch," She whispered in a tiny voice.
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-laughs- -- Fran, 22:35:39 03/08/03 Sat [1]
That's the greatest.
>.<;; as to the actual matter of the sneak... would anyone mind if I dealt with it tomorrow when I'm feeling less like one of the walking dead?
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Don't worry it's not a problem I'll have fun talking with them *giggles* -- Demônio, 23:46:25 03/08/03 Sat [1]
Brute stands firmly in front of the female who had been hurt. He watched the other from underneath wild black forelock. Tis not polite to hurt another for merely talking. He may be Evil but he didn't like to see others her for no apparent reason. He tossed a smile flirtingly at the other mare. Don't worry dear I'll protect you. He says bowing once more and turning back to the other.
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Mmm.... -- Fran, 12:47:37 03/09/03 Sun [1]
Still feeling like the walking dead... -lumbers around like a zombie-
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*Tries to contain laughter* -- Riley, 13:42:41 03/09/03 Sun [1]
Oh er.. couldn't tell.. really *giggles* oh I might not be on later. I have a 1500 word paper due tomorrow and of course i waited till the last minute. Opps!
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( Watching ) -- Arvad, 15:00:07 03/09/03 Sun [1]
The colt watches the exchange between the three with his characteristic silence, an amused grin stealing slyly onto his features. He steps towards them, intrigued by the entertaining show.
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-O Demônio Anda Entre Você- -- Demônio, 15:35:35 03/09/03 Sun [1]
He took a glance over at the colt. His dark eyes dance as he watches the colt become intrigued by the little "parley" going on. Velvety mug was opened a whicker of a greeting was emitted. He then turned back to the delicate mare who had been attacked.
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Sniff -- Ellie and Rhonnie, 16:56:54 03/09/03 Sun [1]
She smiles, quickly blinking back her tears. She nuzzles the stallion with her usual happy-go-lucky smile, sidestepping her slender from just a little bit closer. [What an utter moron...]
Ellie's compact body tightened angrily as she watched her sister actually flirting with this stallion, who, might I add, was the enemy.
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( Greeted ) -- Arvad, 17:02:57 03/09/03 Sun [1]
He meets the stallion's the gaze briefly, nodding his slender head with near regality in response to the Evil's greeting. He blows his forelock from his eyes as he takes another few confident steps forward, coming to rest near the stallion. After all, he reasons, they won't (hopefully) be bothered by someone so small as him, and he wants to have front row seats for this show.
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-O Demônio Anda Entre Você- -- Demônio, 17:50:50 03/09/03 Sun [1]
He lets his muzzle drop unto the smaller females's shoulder. What pray tell is your name m'dear. He asks smoothly his voice low and alluring.
((Bad post sorry need to get report done before parents kill me))
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( Hm ) -- Arvad, 19:08:08 03/10/03 Mon [1]
His head extending to study the female's, the one, he believes, who moments before had been yelling at the Evil, reaction, he tilts it slightly in a birdlike fashion. She'd be a funny Evil, he concludes after a moment of observation, a renegade chuckle forming behind the entrapment of his teeth.
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-Blinks- Who snuck French Silk? -- Her player, 19:30:54 03/10/03 Mon [1]
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(Laughs) -- Arvad's player, 22:42:48 03/10/03 Mon [1]
We've been going on for so long and you finally show up!
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I'm sorry, I have a wierd sense of humor. I believe Demônio sneaked French Silk.
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-O Demônio Anda Entre Você- -- Demônio, 09:14:10 03/11/03 Tue [1]
Now that his player found the world would not end. Also she had finished her paper and turned it in all was right with the universe.. sorta. So the brute bowed ever so slightly to all present. Aye, twas myself that snuck thee French Silk. He said his voice again flowed silky out blackend throat. He winked at the mare and gave a nod of his head to the loud one before moving off. He turned and offered another drop of proud cranium to the young brute. I must say I have had enough of all this talk. French Silk needs to report to Devil's Mountain. He said voice now firm and dark he nodded and waited.
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(*Player grins sheepishly* It's definetely about time since I've shown up.) -- French Silk, 17:18:51 03/11/03 Tue [1]
"Such talk has emit from your mouth, to my beliefs." Flicking her tail with slight irritation, the mare exits.
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( Question ) -- Arvad, 17:51:34 03/11/03 Tue [1]
Arvad turns to look at the mare, and then returns his gaze to the stallion. After a moment of serious contemplation, he speaks, "May I come also?"
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Answer -- French Silk, 19:40:39 03/11/03 Tue [1]
Turning her pate before complete departure, consideration moistens her dry features, as she nods in agreement. "Of course."
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Ooh -- Ellie and Rhonnie, 12:52:20 03/13/03 Thu [1]
"Oh, oh, may I come to?" Rhonnie says childishly, her melodious voice wafting like a gentle breeze to the ears of those who had gathered around. Her bright soft eyes watched the stallion prance off to the darkness that was the Evils with a longing lust.
"Absolutely NOT," Ellie spits angrily, coming between her sister and The Darkened Lands. Her small ears were pressed flat against her head, and smoke seemed to come out of her ears.
"Oh Ellie I positively loathe you," Rhonnie whines plantively, even though she hasn't the slightest notion what 'loathe' actually means, she had only heard it used by her sister a few times. She had guessed the meaning by which the way her sister's voice had dripped contempt and hatred that it was a very strong word.
"Rhonnie, you are as dumb as a stick and you probably don't even know what loathe means! Your stupidity amazes me time and time again," Ellie responded fervently, turning away from her sister.
Now used to this sort of abuse, Rhonnie only sighs and drops her head, content to graze.
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( Laughter ) -- Arvad, 00:44:48 03/14/03 Fri [1]
About to turn and follow the mare and stallion, he turns to blink at the sisters. What silly things! Shaking his mane, a single golden lock absorbing the light that the gray and whitish hairs reflect, he steps cautiously up to the smaller one. Then he stops. The smaller one is definitely the more interesting of the two -- the taller looking to be something of a whinner -- yet still, the colt is even smaller and is most assuredly weaker. He tilts his head at a forty-five degree angle, studying Ellie with keen interest.
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Can't say boo -- Ellie and Rhonnie, 12:42:20 03/14/03 Fri [1]
Ellie glares at the foal, snorting in his face intimidatingly. She then drops her head to graze at the short green grass, pregrazed by many other horses in the herd.
Rhonnie watches the foal, a bit of grass clinging to her lips. She watches the interatcions between foal and her sibling.
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