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Date Posted: 19:05:55 02/20/02 Wed
Author: Intrepid
Subject: +disdain+
In reply to: Martyr 's message, "**A subtle frown creeps her features.**" on 18:33:08 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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