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Date Posted: 18:33:08 02/20/02 Wed
Author: Martyr
Subject: **A subtle frown creeps her features.**

.TORMENT, RAISE YOUR HEAD!.
.HAVE YOU NO PRIDE?!.

**With a low hiss she wheels on her hindquarters and snaps just under the mare's lowered muzzle, not flesh but a warning. The deadly fire rages within her dark eyes, her words sharp and distainful. A sneer adorns her muzzle and with a mocking deliberation she turns away from her, and she left no secrets that this mare was not one she favored.**

.go drown in your pity.
.you'll be alone.
.we don't take well to it.
.on a different note.
.intrepid.
.come closer, and tell me who you are.

**Her piercing gaze holds the mare's own and the daunting stare softens subtly in the moonlight sheen. Promise, promise, yes, we have promise.**

.hi, black thunder.
.it's been a while.

**A slow smile flashes over her face and she dips her crest in her salutation. In her shameless beauty she steps foward her her brisk gait smoothe, but ruggedly elegant step uniquely hers and hers alone. The moonlight dapples her coat and the stars shimmer brilliantly in a glowing silver light. A sharp contrast from the shadows, she moves away, flourishing under the spotlight and the gazes of Unintentional and the rest come to show off their best for him. She watches in her indifferent gaze, her quiet laughter falling silent on a mute siren. Her mind shifts the thought of her season and she rebels against it with a vicious fight of heart and mind.**

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[> +decends+ -- Intrepid, 18:49:44 02/20/02 Wed

Her dial dips low in a subtle bow to the mare, before she raises her crest in a proud manner. Her chest puffs slightly at the mention of her name, with the simple pride of honor, and she speaks, "I am Intrepid, daughter of Saratoga and Arizona." The vixen's light coat is easy to see, and a mix of emotions rush her mind. Hatred? No, no, not at all. Challenge? Who has a death wish?! A will to please? Yes... that's the ticket

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[> [> .mimic. -- Mime, 18:54:13 02/20/02 Wed

torrent of winds. hushed silence. listen closely.

brood observes the Martyr, ashen tresses striking dappled pelt calmly. Figure shifts slightly, pools flitting to she, Intrepid. Aye, one whom showed no pride. Come now, that looks better on you. Does this not feel better to raise ones head? smirk played 'pon ashen lips, mug bobbed.

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

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[> [> Tormenting -- Tommorows Torment, 18:55:45 02/20/02 Wed

Visage snaps up with the ranked ones command, orbs slide ore to were the femme stood, dial lowerd in respect, yet visage not drooping. Nares flare with dust as she watches thee dubbed 'Martyr', a response is emmitted Fluke, Some of the greatest mistakes, turn into idle pride , not wanting any trouble, she sends nother reponse Yet, many mistakes were corrected and faded. Hock raised slightly, flaming orbs continue to watch the two other mares, slight step is mad to bring the femme forward.

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[> [> [> [.one slip is all it takes.] -- [:.knife edge.:], 19:11:17 02/20/02 Wed

[.last mistake, mare.]

[.brute slips forth..materializing out of the mists to stand in front of crazy beast.]

[.I stand before you now.]
[.see my head? It towers above your own.]
[.wonder why?.]
[.figure it out.]

[.watch my posture as I see martyr.]
[.you see the violent drop?.]
[.there are reasons.]
[.many reasons.]
[.and you defy them all?.]
[.we have many ways to.]
[.dispose of you.]

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[> [.one slip is all it takes.] -- [:.knife edge.:], 19:01:46 02/20/02 Wed

[.creature observes silently the chestnut whisp among Friesan bulk..yet insubstantial in naught else..the whispers in the brutal mind..the suggested shift of weight..the murmered glance of..something.]

[.martyr.]
[.yet not dead yet.]
[.you gave something up.]
[.freedom? perhaps.]
[.for while you roam the plains at will.]
[.your heart lies captured.]
[.where?.]
[.I plead insanity.]
[.for my case of guilt.]
[.wanted? naw.]
[.turned myself in.]
[.needed the money.]
[.to broke for love.]

[.to broke for love.]

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[> +disdain+ -- Intrepid, 19:05:55 02/20/02 Wed

"temper temper now. We musn't be hasty in our courses of 'hatred' or in 'disrespect'" she speaks gruffly to the one known as Tomorrow's Torment steely vixen circles other paying much respect to Mime and Martyr as she does her dance. "or has though been raised by crude family? You sure seem the type to raise your hoof to one so respected as doth vixen" she nodded her dial Martyr's way, with a snicker "tread lightly horse... I warn you, I may not be of much rank, but I know I am here to ensure the greater good of the harem and not to let the likes of you spoil it"

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[> [> .mimic. -- Mime, 19:11:49 02/20/02 Wed

torrent of winds. hushed silence. listen closely.

mug nods to she, Intrepid, respect returned. Mocking eyes rest upon Torment. Pity, I saw hope. Did your dam never tell you it is dangerous to play with fire? vruel smirk plays 'pon silenced lips, dilated nares quiveeing. Oh, what fun the Martyr would have toying with the one whom dared raise a hoof to she.

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

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[> [> [> +snicker+ -- Intrepid, 19:23:20 02/20/02 Wed

occuli buff in wonder of what the hellion Martyr would do to such a disrespectful she-beast. Hiss escapes lips. "how could one be stupid enough to raise a hoof to the Martyr?" she asks all who listen as she continues circling Torment. Ears are laced, mocking smirk played across velvet muzzle. She'd enjoy destroying this vermin if the time arose to do so. "Pathetic... Insanely pathetic..." she shook her head clucking her tongue.

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[> [> [> **Jousted mockery never hits the same way twice, now does it?** -- Martyr, 19:26:04 02/20/02 Wed

.you... just screwed up.

**With a mocking snort she rushes Torment, her teeth searching absently for her muzzle in a sardonic diversion as she rocks upon her hinds. Drawing her muzzle back and then pressing her nose into the underside of the mare's jaw she rises lowly on her hindquarters, her hooves slapping first her shoulders bitterly, and she allows them to slide slowly, the jagged edges delving easily into her skin to dig into his knees, down her fetlocks, and then to her coronets. A simple scoreboard rendering her fores competely useless, ribboned and bleeding, and with a calm smile she steps abback**

.oops?.
.should i pretend my hoof slipped?.
.eh, nah.
.it was intentional, you should know that.

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[> [> [> [> +touche+ -- Intrepid, 19:46:38 02/20/02 Wed

Roan femmina's eyes dance with laughter at the sight of trusted femme's damage inflicted upon the poor excuse for a horse. "Too bad... So sad... Sayanara..." she snickered ivopries digging into Torment's withers forehooves combing up delving into the mare's ribs, ears prick with the sound of bone cracking under an extreme blow, she backed away examing her work, deep gauges left where sharp hooves once slammed. "Be gone with you pest, you are of no use to real horses, if we wanted a circus clown we'd summon one, you're too low to even pass as one, disrespectful, unamusing, you make me sick."

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[> [> [> [> [> .begone. -- .flama escura. the arch angel., 05:02:32 02/21/02 Thu

...begone...

**soft smirk falls upon labrums, as with liquid grace she moves to watch them. thou hath better leave. it doth not seem that the other members of the herd takes any liking to thee. leave, my friend, leave, go now! a flicker of amusement evident 'cross optics, mocking laughter alights w'thin orbs**

» leave, run for thy life! «

» try not to return «

» ...ever... «

.flama escura. the arch angel.

(OOC - i would post more, but there's three minutes until school starts)

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