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Date Posted: 18:49:44 02/20/02 Wed
Author: Intrepid
Subject: +decends+
In reply to: Martyr 's message, "**A subtle frown creeps her features.**" on 18:33:08 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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