|%|bruja o' hue o' t' desert sands watches t' ebon brute, lobes now completely lac'd against skull, charcoal orbs showing certain untrust for he, iv'ries bar'd t'ward he slightly, soft snort 'mitt'd from she, ebon banner lashing 'round ebon dipp'd hocks, in frustrat'd and irritat'd manner, muscles tense 'neath buckskin pelt. now she DEFINETLY didn't trust he. he 'twas a demon, born and bred as one and would probabbly(sp?) kill she and t' whole harem if his temper got out o' control. why should one such as he get any respect or any trust from any mare or stud? femme snorts harshly at he, before turning sharply, trotting out o' t' terra. how could Danger be so ignorant in choosing a stud such as he to watch out for t' terra while he 'twas gone? Danger hath just lost one o' his mares. and that mare 'twas dubb'd, 'Deadly Intoxication'|%|