| Subject: 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.>> |
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Tillifien the Shadow-Walker
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Date Posted: 12:03:17 04/10/01 Tue
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Celtic Shadow
's message, "..." on 21:36:49 04/06/01 Fri
She knows she risks her life, two enraged stallions are a lot for a mare to handle. But she stands there looking fierce and wild, a warning not to get close to each other again. She does not move, unafraid, having risked her life for her master in far dangerous situations than this. She stands, her deep black eyes flicking from one another and then she speaks,"Celtic and Acarsaid, do not move so much as a muscle unless you want the feeling of a horn through your side!"she snarls fiercly. Her mane lays raggedly wet upon her neck, falling in front of her eyes, making it difficult to discern her expression. She tosses it away and snorts, looking almost as normal as before.
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