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Date Posted: 05:11:54 02/27/02 Wed
Author: Intrepid
Subject: +Storm+

Her long legs brought her forth through the shadowed night.

A tigers growl rumbled in the heavens as an optics show of white light began.

With intrepidation she hadn't given up on this cadre.

It was her home.

However,

she had given up on the countless foolish souls who came to judge her for what she looked like and not the warrior's heart that beat crimson life giving fluid through her veins.

They'd have to try harder to get her down and they need to remember:

Jealousy is not becoming.

Youngest member of the cadre by far,

it was simple reality she also had the longest time to learn.

A steady gaze watches those who hated her,

as well as enjoyed her philosophies with a veiled eye and closed opinion.

Soon, she'd most likely surpass them all.

Time would tell,

for the flame promising greatness smouldered so gently in her eyes.

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[> **Rising stars cannot fall.** -- Martyr, 05:22:40 02/27/02 Wed

.ooh intrepid, i am proud of you.
.you are learning... you keep learning... and you have yet to bow your head to shattering blows.
.i commend you, my friend.

**A startling warmth shimmers softly in the Martyr's eyes, and from it drips approval and pride. Pressing her muzzle against Intrepid's, she cocks a delicate eyebrow, should we seal alliance for formality's sake? Her gaze wanders Siren and Abbadon, and though her gaze is indifferent their image tarnishes. Veil's too does not shine, but she is rising slowly by her own standards. Returning her gaze to Intrepid a quiet smalll lingers on her lips, yes, why bother to state the obvious..? one enduring what she had here and still managing to have her pride could do no less than rise, and rise far.**

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[> �Silence� -- �ilent Zephyr, 13:11:42 02/27/02 Wed

�Iv'ry mistress hath been observing long enough. Approaching duo, respects given to Martyr. Yet curiousity consumed her form for Intrepid. Slight arrogance hath been in her tone, yet bruja wasnt one to judge based 'pon thoughts. Lappetts adheare to proud zenith yet proboscis extends anyways... straing for duo's scents�

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[> [> +alliance formed+ -- Intrepid, 13:33:00 02/27/02 Wed

With a woosh and a snort the alliance offered by the vixen Martyr was formed.

The great mare's words lifted her spirits beyond the Heavens.

She had been right.

You may be poor, ugly, battered, torn and left only with your pride and you someday rise again with it all.

Singular flute shifted like the winds towards the silent femme.

Tapestries whisked across her hocks as her mind calculated an approach.

A rumbling whicker was sent forth,

half in greeting,

half in warning as she was unsure of what to do.

She too had heard many things, yet was willing to make her own unbiased oppinion.

The slate was clear as crystal.

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[> [> [> .mimic. -- Mime, 15:37:37 02/27/02 Wed

torrent of winds. hushed silence. listen closely.

ashen lamia remains silenced, though clouded gaze seems to become clearer. Ah yes, the Martyr had been no fool in accepting Intrepid. Mug dips slightly, though distances from lamias, she felt at ease.

.trapped in an invisible box, yet maybe simply invisible to you.

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