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Subject: *~ Author: Acarsaid the Steadfast [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:06:45 04/02/01 Mon In reply to: Celtic Shadow 's message, "..." on 18:00:22 04/02/01 Mon ~*He turns to the other, teeth bared, almost in a mocking grin. He turns, flitting across the stableyard, unafraid and sure of agility. He knew the other's height and weight were something, able to rear higher and to throw his weight upon you to crush you,but he also knew of his own agility. Lightness, swift-footedness, flexibility and the ability to dodge flailing hooves and kicks. He turns and faces the other, now fully in his fighting mode. Ears are flat against his crimson poll, and he paws the cobbled ground with small hooves. Eyes redden slightly in feirce indignance and his mane lifts slightly off his neck, ruffled by a slight breeze. He rears,tempting the other to fight him,mocking him,seeing if he would cower his way out, a definite invitation to fight. He tosses his neck and kicks out,but still makes no move towards the other stallion, nostrils extended,muscles tensed, eyes dancing...*~ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ... Celtic Shadow 17:45:07 04/03/01 Tue *~ -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 12:12:39 04/04/01 Wed ... -- Celtic Shadow, 19:08:20 04/04/01 Wed ~! -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 18:28:35 04/06/01 Fri ... -- Celtic Shadow, 21:36:49 04/06/01 Fri Suddenly, there is a flash of silver body and the dance of black hooves. She screams in rage at the two stallions who fight so foolishly. She whirls upon Celtic, the impression she got was that he egged the other to a fight. Quickly, moving even faster than the chestnut, she strikes out at Celtic, knocking him sideways causing him to stumble away a few strides.(that's as much as I'm gonna do) She whirls upon the other, and kicks him lightly, so as not to hurt him too much more.>> -- Tillifien the Shadow-Walker, 12:03:17 04/10/01 Tue He rests, snorting heavily, head slightly down. Blood drips silently upon the floor and his head droops slightly. He rests a hoof, glad for the interruption of the silver mare. (NT) -- Acarsaid the Steadfast, 20:12:16 04/12/01 Thu ((Sorry - grounded for a while...lol))... -- Celtic Shadow, 11:28:23 04/13/01 Fri Her nostrils extend, warning. She turns to the wounded one and watches him. Then a peircing whistle calls her and she trots over to Shanteral and her knights upon their horses. Quickly tacked up, she rides away to the ball. (NT) -- Tillifien the Shadow Walker and Lady Shateral, 21:54:47 04/15/01 Sun