*Gives no air of the "captivation" his fellow stallions seem to feel...his only feelings are that they imagine it.* -- Forest Gathering

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Date Posted: 15:18:05 05/21/01 Mon
Author: Witraz
Author Host/IP: 24.4.252.42
Subject: *Gives no air of the "captivation" his fellow stallions seem to feel...his only feelings are that they imagine it.*
In reply to: Siren 's message, "*~Anger flashes for a moment, then is gone~*" on 14:51:45 05/21/01 Mon

*He remains silent still, but turns sharply his heavily crested neck so that he might watch for another stallion's threatening approach. There is none, so he returns his gaze to the mare. He cannot choose a Lead Mare - he has no control over the status of a mare, except that mares who have had foals tend to realize that when a convincing show of aggression will plant her at the top of the heirarchy. He senses already that this mare possesses beyond the average levels of aggression found in female horses - she ought to buy herself a pretty position. Dominance has less to do with strength and more to do with presense. Her words sharply ring in his long ears - it is a known fact that creatures of the desert naturally have larger ears as a cooling agent - and he turns his dark eyes to the muzzle so close to his withers.*

You may. *He halts there and smirks shortly, and watches her a moment.* It is Witraz. My dam is Hyzenflae, my sire is the late Moghedian, through whom I had a half-sister, Amira El Dabab, and a full sister, Fajera, both gone. I have a filly foal, although I have not seen her of late, Angel of Hope, out of Dark Angel. I can find neither, and I possess the territory of the Neverending Hills. There...will that do? *He smirks faintly.*

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*~Slightly surprised, the mare tosses a regal dial*~ -- Siren, 15:29:15 05/21/01 Mon
- *...* -- Witraz, 16:28:17 05/21/01 Mon
  - *~She takes his actions in stride, only setting a lavished foreleg once to the earth in silent retalitation~* -- Siren, 16:40:47 05/21/01 Mon
    - *The tale leaves him little reply.* -- Witraz, 16:59:28 05/21/01 Mon
      - *~She nods lightly~* -- Siren, 17:03:44 05/21/01 Mon
        ... -- Witraz, 17:12:10 05/21/01 Mon
        *Nodding, the young femme forged of fire and wind throws out a slender foreleg* -- Siren, 18:32:36 05/21/01 Mon
        *inside* -- Witraz, 20:06:00 05/21/01 Mon

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