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Cold Day In July
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Date Posted: 14:52:17 04/18/01 Wed
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In reply to:
Fear Nothing
's message, "+Screams in anger and pain+" on 10:19:13 04/18/01 Wed
+No trace of fear or anger creeps into her vision. Only the steady, haunting gaze of an iceberg. Her calm lethalness was only a portion of her weapon. Her experience accompanied that, but strategy outweighed all else.. brute strength and size were a pity compared to these. She recognized in this horse a bit of warrior.. long since burnt out. He may posses the ability, but the knowledge that there of was all hers. Muscles ripple beneath creamy pelt, unafraid. This was her game.. her life. She watches silently as he pummels the clownlike stallion. Waiting silently, melting in amongst the shadows of twilight, the erie light of the fallen moon blending with that of her coat. Coiled, deadly, she awaits his approach from the shadows. The moment he falls back is her opportunity, and a charge is made, powerful pistons pumping, contorting to her practiced mind's every command. Breaking connection to the earth with a mighty leap, and pivoting sideways, she rams him, once, twice, before dancing away dissapearing once more into the night light. Reappearing to attack again, open mouthed, deadly incisors this itme coming to rest upon his shoulder...+
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