�the age of the kings is now upon us� -- Paradise Isle

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Subject: �the age of the kings is now upon us�

Author:
�Sultan�
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Date Posted: 16:13:17 03/23/04 Tue

Out of the shallows, along with the white capped waves, a stallion of molten copper walked upon the ivory sands. His coat drank up the sun that reflected from it, dark eyes distant, scanned the terra. It semed busy enough. Perhps the busiest of them all. Shaking the wet form silky tresses, the gladiator moved among the sands, charcoal diamonds sinking deep, the water pulling the grains from beneath him. Coming from a desert from far away, the stallion was used tp the sand, but not the water, nor the mists and coolness it brought. He moved quickly and gracefuly for his large form. Auds perked, head high and proud, the sahib began to make his way towards the main herd. He rearedwhen he reached the emerald grasses, enjoying th eview seen from above. He brought his hooves down hard, calling out to anyone he might be able to talk too. Anyone to permit him to stay in this land of peace and it's serene state.
.I am dubbed.
sultan
.I am painted.
by fire
.I be aged.
five rotations
.I be born.
sahib
.I am bred.
arabian
.I am loved by.
none
.my heart lies with the.
equines of a pure nature
.my existence may be found in.
paradise isle
.I rank.
a lowly servent

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[> Subject: .:Princess in Hiding:.

Author:
Elven
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Date Posted: 21:03:48 03/24/04 Wed

With nothing to tend to and no one to converse with, the grulla fae was prone to spend hours staring out to sea. For what purpose? She had none, she merely counted her days through the tide's cycle. In, out, in...the rushing of the waters gave her a sense of continuity, of stability, something she had never derived from her own life. Today was much like any other day, meaning the sun had reached its zenith over the vigilant mare, casting warm rays upon her dove gray back. She stood undisguised on the beach, the sand attempting to partially devour her ebonite hooves. Intermingled tresses obscured her vision, forcing her to constantly toss her head to rid her flashing visionaries of the insolent strands. However, this day was somewhat different from the mundane events of other days. Today, something had come in with the tide. Quietly, the valkyrie approached this newcomer, her intent gaze never wavering from his face. There was a lot to be told from a stranger's eyes, if one knew what to look for. Fulcrums progressed at a sedate pace that soon manuevered her into position before the stallion's visage.

.:Welcome to Paradise Isle:. The tones were issued without a glimmer of expression or emotion, the delivery cool and impassive.

.:Might I help you?:. Beneath these seemingly subservient words lay a sublimal message. You had better hope your intentions are good, otherwise you're out of here. With her father out of the picture, Elven considered it her duty to keep the Isle clear of invading vermin leaving her wary of any stranger to tread on the shore. Her posture was stiff and unyielding, her attic held high in dominance and determination. Until his motives were uncovered, this stallion would progress no further. Gee, Elven, you were such a sweet kid, what happened?

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[> Subject: �the age of the kings is now upon us�

Author:
Sultan
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Date Posted: 19:50:46 03/27/04 Sat

He snorted. The mare seemed to appear from no where to plant herself firmly afore his visage. The copper gladiator smiled nonetheless, dipping his helm low in respect. He knew not who this pixie was, but he wanted to start out right. His deep voicce was emitted form powerful jaws. Good day. I am Sultan. I wish acceptance here. If that is alright with m'lady? He couldn't help himslef, letting his court drawl slip. He was a kidder by nature, though his name suggested seriousness or respectability.((I think i made up a new word)) Naw, serious and quite places were not for him. Though he did require peace every once in awhile.
.I am dubbed.
sultan
.I am painted.
by fire
.I be aged.
five rotations
.I be born.
sahib
.I am bred.
arabian
.I am loved by.
none
.my heart lies with the.
equines of a pure nature
.my existence may be found in.
paradise isle
.I rank.
a lowly servent

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[> [> Subject: .:Princess in Hiding:.

Author:
Elven
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Date Posted: 14:19:43 03/29/04 Mon

It was as if hot water was poured on an ice cube, so subtly did the mare's demeanor lose some of its characteristic frigid quality. Her noble features tilted slightly to the right, inclining politely in respect for the others wishes.

.:Your presence is welcomed and appreciated:. she replied, allowing the barest glimmer of happiness in her dark eyes. The Isle, as well as the rest of CM, had been suffering from inactivity as of late. Any newcomer was welcome as far as she was concerned. Now Elven, it's your turn doll, he gave his name and so you must give yours.

.:I am Elven:. Succinct, simple, straightforward. Utterly lacking the social gentility one usually finds with the leader of the welcome wagon. However, Elven wasn't exactly the most sociable creature and believe it or not, the minx was actually trying her hardest to appear delighted at his arrival, couldn't you tell?

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