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Date Posted: 19:44:32 02/10/02 Sun
Author: Martyr
Subject: **uh oh, spaghetti o's**
In reply to: ��n��cģ 's message, "� ��u D��gRȌ? ��u�� c�nC�u��oN �" on 17:32:09 02/10/02 Sun

**A rebuke is shown clearly in the dangerous shimmer of her narrowed eyes, and with a rasped chuckle she shakes her head mockingly. Curling her lips to her muzzle, her teeth are still closed as she brings them down sharply against the Syntical's (haha! got it right ^_^) muzzle with a defiant crack. The chestnut's blatant audacity is not checked, and her overbearing scream is intimidating.**

.see, darling?.
.this is why you do not request and alliance from those you do not know.
.you think that i would not kill you because Black Thunder has granted you acceptance enough to walk in his lands?.
.oh, this is very funny.
.you do not know me.
.i am a very fickle mare.
.a trusting heart?!.
.i have only just met you!.
.you are a simple fool, Syntical.
.you think that because you are a 'fellow evil', that grants you permission to live without danger?.
.i swear, mare, give me reason.
.you stand at a weakness now, bow to it or be pushed aside by it.
.here stands before you the chance to be molded or broken....

**The sheen of the chestnut's eyes does not dim or hide her brutal frankness. Her threat is that, and not to be taken as airy words, her icey stare of scornful distain can not suggest anything else. Should the mare be humbled and accept her dominance, her authority, her voice of reason, all will be forgotten, and another chance will be offered. If not, beware, be afraid, you cannot hide, and you cannot run forever.**

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[> [> [> � Dȃ��n� ChUcK��  -- ��cģ, 14:05:37 02/11/02 Mon

. Chuckle rumbles o'er ashen labrums, lappetts flickering d'faintely 'pone tched scalp o' she beast .

. Ah and I see you wish to rebuke upon your steed? A daring quality. You see why I have chosen you, yet rebuke that I am right. A stupid, yet may I seclude, a 'dumb' quality indeed, trying to 'presume' your wrath by words. Honestly mare, get yourself together, I aint a small child, nor will I take back my words .

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[> [> [> [> **i was laughing before.. but you just stepped across the line** -- Martyr, 15:27:23 02/11/02 Mon

**The haughty scarlet raises her crest in blatant dominance, and with an dull roar of her irritation and annoyance. Pure inexcitation crosses the other of glowing ferocity and by simple reasons obvious she is secured in victory.**

.your words suggest that you lord us all.
.but self-proclaimed greatness holds no importance and is quickly disreguarded.
.if one so neive believes they can conquer a mellinium, than I bid it, but for you, there is no option.

**Her nostrils flare and her amounting galvanism continues as the dely in the mare's line of arrogance stoops suddenly. Tired even in so short of time, she shakes her head and with a low hiss she breaks the even line of her dentines to bare her teeth in hiddeous snarl.**

**Without breaking her stare, she moves closer with deliberation and without second harp she leaps with a raised crest, her teeth searching randomly for the mare's poll in distraction. In the same moment's breath she lifts a foreleg high and brings it crashing down her delicate kneecap, her fetlock, and then her fragile coronet; an open line of vital injuries. With a low snort and a half-hearted nip at her flanks, she sashays close to the mare's flanks. She dips a shattered crest and lifts her hindquarters in a massive buck, her hind legs flung up at her stifle without a genuine care of whether it hit or not; Her second series of attacks were true; Deadly concentration and pointed accuracy were fully given to that attack and with her own speed, agility, and unpredictability added to the distraction of her head, there was no escape. Wheeling with her same aire of careless perfection she turns to face the mare squarely, an unnerving fire charring her eyes and flashing dangerously. Vilipendency shatters the opposer's vision of supremecy and the practical chestnut stands stout with a simple quip, mocking what misprize stands before her.

.simple mare claiming the forces of destitute, without vertebrae, nor stronger light.
.i offered you your chance of redemption.
.you raised your nose arrogantly and replied with a stubborn no.
.that is your downfall.
.you truely think black thunder will care when you fall for your stupidity?.
.you have much to learn about these lands.
.pity you won't have that opportunity.

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[> [> [> [> [> � P�� u � -- ��n��cģ, 15:44:26 02/11/02 Mon

. Lappetts dance vigorously 'pon scalp .

. NO, that is no my downfall. My downfall was asking you to join in a rampaging fellowship, that was my downfall. My downfall was not backing down, that was my strong point, that my true strong point that you could not handle, that was where I came in, that was where I defied you, no matter rank. Did it ever occur to you, respect 'twasn't granted to ranks, but to thsoe who deserve it? To me, you deserve nothing, for you do not recognize the true soul inside, you look at the outside covering, you look at a wall, and I see through it. Perhaps you shall rethink this, for I am open for anything, yet submission, never will I think o' it .

. Capsule is suspended o'er clashing carbon, duo flickering quiet'y o'er fire speckled visage, tresses o' mixed iv'ry and fire lapsating 'mong hind region o' she beast, mug pressed near teathered boa, constricted to let labrums roll hiss o'er ashen, banshee scream repeating in quiet, repetitive, melody .

. Quiet, yet you fear me, silence you ask of me, defiance you have granted me, my spirit you have concealed, the wall around me you see, the soul is never free, the ooids you hold are worthless, ne'er to see through, and the night will haunt, haunt your soul out of you .

((LOL, this is getting good...*MUAHAHHA* Go Quin, Quiney making Marty mad..*cackles* hehehehehe......OOO and thanks for spelling me precious name right! O BTW, do you have AIM? Mine is: SerpTwerp give me a buzz))

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