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] Date Posted: 18:03:08 04/09/04 Fri In reply to: Elven 's message, ".:Princess in Hiding:." on 08:21:13 03/31/04 Wed .a caring smile toys at the lips of ashen labrums.occuli dance wildly, gazing deeply into those of the adjacent mare.melodious words flow smoothly from the mouth of the masculine. "I can fix that...I'll light up your life." .crane is dipped as emotions subside.in an attempt to figure out what is going on, the conversation is turned to the war. "Your mother...we should do something." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Elven [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 10:30:46 04/12/04 Mon The grulla dame nodded in agreement with his suggestion, her eyes focused on some point on the distant horizon. .:I believe that my brother is challenging for her:. she replied, her voice somewhat detached. Hex was battling Adrian and it wouldn't be an easy match. She only hoped that her brother came out on top. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: .the.sandman. [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 11:14:29 04/12/04 Mon .orbs glaze over with quiet rage in spite of his efforts to control his anger.this had all gone on too long.though he felt like he had to do something, the was not much that he could do.he felt helpless and useless, despite his polished fighting skills and political knowledge.he spoke softly, evident despair in his voice. "War is hell. I need to do something. I feel trapped. Elven, would you be my mate?" [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Elven [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 08:25:05 04/14/04 Wed His inner turmoil was witnessed by the mare, her features impassive. She knew what it was to wrestle with thoughts, emotions, and urges so she let the battle rage without interruption. As words were uttered from his lips, she tilted one thorn in his direction, her banner idly flicking against tarnished flanks. The desperation in the voice of the stallion was almost tangible, forcing Elven to meet his gaze. However, his question nearly floored her. Where had that come from? .:I'm sorry...:. she murmured, her chiseled features swaying in a negative manner. .:While I find you to be a cherished friend, I'm afraid that my feelings do not extend beyond that:. Now wasn't this odd? Here she had been planning on spending her life alone and suddenly she was faced with a proposal. An unexpected proposal at that. The vixen studied his features, praying that she hadn't hurt him. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |