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Date Posted: 10:17:18 05/03/03 Sat
Author: Isis
Subject: Sweet Smile

Laughter strange and hush comes forth in prelude to her golden form, yet her thoughts which beckon her with tickles of hidden joy, she shields from speech. Malussinn has relinquished the crown. And the others she knew, vanished from the land, the valley now non-existent. Or so, she assumes.

“Hello, hello,” says she, wicked with smile.

<-- To know me is to fear me. –->

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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 11:06:16 05/03/03 Sat [1]


Cynnical gaze rests 'pon she who now entered the territory, a most unusual sight. Noble Roman-nosed head is turned slightly. Why on earth was she here? After a moment, ebon limbs propell the dark bay frame closer. His air of pride is in no way diminished by the honorable female that stands before him. Midnight flag lashes at sides, though he dips blazed pate in a slightly formal greeting. "Welcome to Death Valley. Who, may I ask, are you?"


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[> I speak -- Isis, 11:32:00 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Palomino steps with a heavy hoof towards the stallion that spoke. A smile, sweet and innocent of her cruel thoughts, danced upon her muzzle, as her strangely aqua eyes formed twin barriers to her soul. Shallow pools, yet attractive still. I stand before you as Isis...a mere mare in the eyes of the ignorant. An echo of who I was. An echo of who I will be. I am a predator, a proud killer. I am...

“Isis, is who I am.”

Treading the simple words spoken, she tosses the sun-bleached strands. “A pleasure to meet such a fine welcome. And who do I owe my gratitude to?”

<-- To know me is to fear me -->


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 12:02:29 05/03/03 Sat [1]


He remains unpreturbed by the eerie smile she sports, by matching it with his own. Immaculate hide slips over taut muscles, he makes no movement but appears to be. Bottomless eyes are also emotionless and neutral. "Big Brother, m'lady," he says in a grandiose manner, the manner in which he did everything. Sloping quarters shift slightly, long well kept mane is shaken out slightly. He still had yet to decide whether or not she was worthy of any sort of attentions from he. He had a way of driving off mares without (conciously) wanting too, though in his heart he didn't want to deal with their foolishness.


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[> Chilled -- Isis, 12:28:19 05/03/03 Sat [1]

A laugh, simple by nature. “Suiting, I suppose,” remarks she. A watcher, a greeter...Big Brother. Perhaps also the pitiful King’s bodyguard? A mental snicker accompany the inquiry. Bodyguard to True Evil as Apathan was to Malussinn. Disgusted, she ceases the thought rummaging. Bitterness, presents itself in a snarl.

Yet, saved from revealing is she. A chill remind her thin fur of its inappropriateness, thus she shivers. “Cursed land,” she mutters, craving the warmth of the sun. Recognizing her company, she explains. “I prefer the desert heat.”

<-- To know me is to fear me -->


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 12:40:03 05/03/03 Sat [1]


"How so?" He asked, a little irked. This mare was a bit assuming, if he could say so himself. And he would. But now was not the time. He cocks a hind foot lazily, thorns at half-mast. At her second somewhat random comment of 'cursed land', he laughs. "I would call this a cursed land, but not for the reason that it isn't sunny enough. I quite prefer the desolate climate of the tundra to the buzy suburbs of perfect weather," He said lazily, reguarding her with a swish of his thick black tail and a vacant blink.


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[> Vegetarian -- Isis, 13:02:46 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Uncertainty prevented an immediate reply. What did he want? A confession? No, she was neither blunt nor stupid. Stepping, she diminished the distance between them slightly. “Perfect weather does not equal perfection,” she replies, covering the insult within a twisted mind. “Or the naive mind of one deemed Light, Good, or Pure.”

Palomino head lowers to the bland tasting weeds. A vegetarian diet, never had the notion crossed her mind prior to now. Blood, she wanted...if only to spice up the entree.

<-- To know me is to fear me -->


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[> big brother is watchin YOU -- Big Brother, 13:08:24 05/03/03 Sat [1]


"Did I say it did?" he murmured, then quickly fell silent. He watched, as he always does. Many could not stand his constant scrutiny, but others it did not bother at all. Dark eyes never left her form, a bright pinpoint in the land of 'darkness'. "Many who call themselves Evil are not," he muses aloud, not lowering his head to sample at the grass as she was.


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[> Calms -- Isis, 13:34:16 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Defensive position led the mare nowhere in a conversation based on ideals. No, he knew not her past. Perhaps, he would not even care. Settling into a lack of emotions, as this stallion performs, she attempts and meagerly succeeds. “Who but the self sets the status of Good or Evil?”

Breathing relaxes, as her body heat warms skin prickled with goose bumps.


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 13:42:16 05/03/03 Sat [1]


"Hm, true, but no one sees the need to do that themselves," He says, and does not bother to conceal an obvious yawn. His mind searches half-heartedly for a way to throw her comments back into her face, but his brain lacks the passion and motiviation that usually propells him into a speeching rage. "Ignorance is strength," he says lazily, and out of the blue.


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[> Curiosity -- Isis, 13:58:47 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Honestly, it was not the words he spoke, but the manner in which he spoke that annoys her. Clearly, his intelligence in the abstract was high, yet his skills in the concrete world were all but obsolete. She refrains from speaking such words. Rudeness she forces herself to withhold, though obviously this stallion held little interest to her.

Yet with such thoughts came curiosity. What made him such a way? He was invincible to the tongue. A rare gift...a curse, as well. “How fare you, Big Brother? You speak...you hear...yet you do not respond.”

<-- To know me is to fear me. –->


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 14:04:33 05/03/03 Sat [1]


"Very perceptive of you," he drawls, sensing her frustration. "That's what I do. I only interject my two cents when necesarry." He was ill at ease with himself, and watched her with very well concealed interest, attempting to predict when she would blow up, or leave.


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[> You -- Isis, 14:31:21 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Hopeless stallion or rather hopeless conversation with Big Brother. Emitting a sigh, she sways her head in disapproval. Out of all the creatures I have met...none have seemed as simple-minded and complete as he. Nothing. No motivations. No admirations. No desires. Nothing.

A strange smile crosses her face, as an idea surfaces. “If I bared fangs and told you I wanted you for dinner, what would your two cents be then.” Well, not technically an idea, but a wonder. And a test.

<-- To know me is to fear me -->


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 14:43:16 05/03/03 Sat [1]


"You don't have fangs though," he says pointedly, grinning wryly. "I do a lot of thinking and I have a lot of ideas fermenting. They're hard to explain, and no one understands what I've put years of thinking into. It's frustrating," he says vaguely, though that is the most open statement he has put into light since their dull conversation began.


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[> Table One...Dinner for two -- Isis, 14:55:34 05/03/03 Sat [1]

“So, the dinner offer was decent?” She remarks, half-heartedly trying to maintain humor.

A crack, she notes, in his flawless abstract behavior. So, in fact, he was a dreamer. “Ideas about the meaning of life or the end of it?” She inquires, probing his nature.

<-- To know me is to fear me. –->


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 15:02:26 05/03/03 Sat [1]


"Controlling it," he said seamlessly, his ears pricked towards her. "Where did you come from anyway? Are you new here?" He asks suspiciously, dark eyes, now thoughtful, narrowing. Stopping his anxious fidgiting, his boisterous self-confidence is almost palpable around him, as if he were saying, wanna make something of it, punk? (OOC: although he would NEVER EVER use those exact words)


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[> Expose or decieve -- Isis, 15:17:35 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Questions shot like bullets, threatening to harm her stay. No, she was not ready to leave. Not yet. Perhaps, not ever. “I have lived in Cascade Mountains my entire life,” she states, mimicking his removed attitude for the moment. “Much longer than you, I assume based on my previous travel in these parts.”

Calm, collected...drag racing thoughts of deception. Conflicting interest not to exposure, yet not to lie. Difficult, but do-able in the range of the specific questions asked. “Where do you come from, Big Brother?”

<-- To know me is to fear me -->

(OOC: yea, like whatever.)


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 15:35:10 05/03/03 Sat [1]


"Around," He follows the lead she posed, with a grin. "But I just got here. I've sampled in many different Evil societies. None are to my liking," he said simply, invisible 'brow raised. All her life? Perhaps she could say something about the history of Cascade Mountains, where had it gone wrong to end in this futile state.


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[> Possibilities -- Isis, 15:52:54 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Presented by a wicked gleam in her aqua eyes, interest sparks with the utterance of “Evil societies.” So, he craved the ultimate Evil utopia? “And what exactly do you seek? Is it a land in utter chaos? A society with no rules, no safety, no leader? Maybe a place driven by a egotistical power-hungry manic bent on ridding the world of all those different then he/she? Or led by one spiritually conformed to cleanse the land of impurities?” A pause. “Or one led by a stallion who has power only in name? Power derived from the father before him. Power now he can only pretend to have if he followers those who are suppose to follow him.”

She stretches, semi-circling him. Then, raising eyes tinted with sparks of possibilities, she smiles. “Does any of this sound familiar?”

<-- To know me is to fear me. –->


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 18:41:07 05/03/03 Sat [1]


The stallion laughs, a cold cruel echo in the valley. How entertaining she was! Eyes shining with severe amusement, he nods. "Yes, yes, I have seen all of those. None have been to my liking. Only I could create the ultimate Evil paradise," He says in a hushed tone, low vebrato resounding where his laugh had once been. He mused with great amusement at how incredibly blue this strange mare's eyes were, for with that comment she had closed the gates of oblivion.


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[> .[a ringing phone must be answered]. -- Adrian, 19:01:02 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Here we go again. The bay claims, barging into the conversation with little or no thought given to who he may be disturbing. He had decided to leave that other crowd, finding that it had strayed considerably from any worth. The thoroughbred stands, switching his black tail every once in a while, ears lazily 'airplaned'. You never stop, do you? He directs his words towards Big Brother. His brown mug then turns to Isis, dismissing his own prior question. Really, it did not need to be answered. Hmm.. and who is this Big Brother? The stallion takes a small step towards the mare. Hallo. My name's Adrian to Power. He introduces himself, not in the least bit shy. Ears situate themselves forward.


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[> Fresh blood...raw meat -- Isis', 20:30:16 05/03/03 Sat [1]

Entrance of the stocky stallion provoked a grin. "Adrian to Power," she repeats. "Pleasure to meet you."

A passing thought rises, as she counters the step. Should she not be cautious to the stallions? At least, would that not be the norm? A snicker, she responds mentally. When have I ever been normal?


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 09:39:42 05/04/03 Sun [1]


His cunning gaze is moved from the golden mare to the lanky thoroughbred, Adrian. The stallion did not offer any wordy greetings but a curt nod in his direction. He did not enjoy being interrupted.


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[> Thin Ice -- Isis, 10:01:26 05/04/03 Sun [1]

Tickled in delight with the added interactions, she laughs. As opposed to Big Brother's preferred isolation, she insisted on attention. "Care to continue?"

Unleashing a craving, all but lost, of bloodshed and control, she smiles wickedly. “What stops you, Big Brother? Is it fear or despair? Does the current monarchy prove itself to strong to overthrow...whether it be the power he controls or the followers the yield only to him?” She passes a glance towards Adrian. “Should I hold my tongue, in fear of being deemed traitor to the crown? Or has this kingdom not suffered such suspicion?”


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[> .[a ringing phone must be answered]. -- Adrian, 15:06:54 05/04/03 Sun [1]

Likewise. He replies to her distractedly, watching Big Brother suspiciously. The bay then speaks to both of them. I suppose oppinions are good to express, no? Who knows, maybe the whole Evil 'paradise' thing is not wrong at all. Perhaps it would be good for everybody, but, then again, it may not be. I am not even sure what the evil horses want. Have you ever thought, Big Brother, that they may not like your views and ideas? Often times, the followers make the ruler. The rulers, in order to obtain a working and sane government, must conform to the needs and wishes of the followers.. an open democracy of sorts. Understand? He looks from the other stallion to the mare then back to the stallion. And then there's the whole 'evil' definition thing. Who really knows the true interpretation of the term 'evil'? I do not.. all I know is what's in the dictionary. The Thoroughbred pauses momentarily as a thought occurs to him. How about we go to each territory and ask the horses there if the level of 'evil' in the area is sufficiant? And, perhaps, what kind of changes they would like to see? It's only a thought..


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[> big brother is watching YOU -- Big Brother, 15:31:45 05/04/03 Sun [1]


He snorts loudly at Adrian's words. "Do you honestly think I haven't thought of that? The trick is to convince the Evils that this is not what they want, and what I have in mind is what they need. It is not hard, I have a way with words and the Evils need leadership, not a monarch who has no vague idea of what he is doing," He says impudently, glaring at the stallion. He once more turns his attention to the golden dove. "It is not too strong to overthrow. The only thing that keeps him seated way up there is the promise that he may be like his father. That is the most sickening point in the whole convorsation."


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[> .[†]. -- Adrian, 18:53:03 05/04/03 Sun [1]

He recoils slightly, and his eyes stare coldly at Big Brother. I am not sure they will believe you.. especially if you act like an arrogant fool, as you are now. The stallion's remark is not aimed to insult, but rather to point out. They remember Frozen Dreams all too clearly. He tried and failed.


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[> Out with the old...in with the new -- Isis, 19:05:39 05/04/03 Sun [1]

(OOC: Sorry I keep switching tenses...I'm going to try to stay in past tense. It works better, I think.)

Observing tension amidst the masculines stimulates sensations forgotten. Ah, how she adored conflict! The intensity...the unpredictable nature... the competition. Truly, a Kodak moment, at for her, Isis. But it could improve...it could be better. “Why should they follow you, Big Brother?” She challenges.

Never satisfied, her insides churn with ideas, ways to fulfil her own dreams. As a armature youth, she had ideals. Most of those retired with her old life...the old way of living. Yet, even so, she regretted nothing. Charming blue eyes dash between the two. They knew nothing of her, and would not until...

She shifted her head, mentally searching for someone. No, he was not here.

<-- To know me is to fear me. –->


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[> big bro... -- Big Brother, 20:43:24 05/04/03 Sun [1]


"You think I cannot act differently? How petty," He says contemptedly. He swishes his tail at the stallion angrily. Turning his attention agreeably to Isis, he shakes his mane. "Because I know what's best," He says confidently.


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[> .[it could be anybody]. -- Adrian, 22:56:52 05/04/03 Sun [1]

The stallion suddenly laughs, its tone dark and mysterious. This is funny. "Because I know what's best." He repeats, chuckles subsiding. Very presumptuous, yet I wasn't expecting anything more. As for your plans on acting differently, I would like to see a demonstration. Express yourself to another territory. Go on. I'm sure they wouldn't mind catching a glimpse of the one whom is challenging the King. The bay half grins and half smirks, cocking a hind hoof in smooth self-assurance.


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[> A minute too late -- Ziraga, 10:18:30 05/05/03 Mon [1]

On his way out from this land to make his vital announcement, the Russian Arabian notices a figure from his past (one of devastating beauty, of course). Two, in fact. A slowing from his long-strided canter to a sharp trot brings him in a gradual circle around the trio, until he finally ends in a perfect four-square halt. "Sirs, madam." Ziraga addresses the members of this conversation with his usual impeccable formality, gaze stalling over the excessively pulchritudinous golden one for no more than a single betraying moment. She can come to me. I've other matters occupying me at the moment.

Then they light upon the interloper he had spied once before, and a stallion the palomino had known since long before the Thoroughbred had acquired the auspicious title of Evil Lead Stallion, or Back-up, or whatever it was known as nowadays. "I have come with a sprinkling of news that might interest one or more of you. However, I would like politely to request that any of you who would like to hear about this potential change of leadership of this declining hellhole we presently call the 'Evils', please come to the Challenge Cliff. There I will inform you of old matters that have of late come to light." With that he turns to the bay. "Adrian. Congratulations on your new title." His words are curt, sharp, but quite clearly sincere- a dangerous but almost humorous sparkle in those unpredictable eyes say so.

"Isis. I am glad to see you looking so well. Do come find me any time you find convenient- I would love to catch up on old times." Now the humor has grown and expanded, coupled with... something else. Indeed, an emotion the stallion of deadly ambition has never directed at any other before. However, this is dismissed with a sharp, cordial nod as strong, slender legs take him away across the few miles to the place where blood is shed.


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[> So I saw -- Big Brother, 12:40:11 05/05/03 Mon [1]


Banner strikes at hindquarters angrily, at his challenge being interrupted. He trots promptly to the Challenge grounds, in any case, abandoning the stark golden female and likewise the ruddy brown Thoroughbred.


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[> Speak not -- Isis, 14:49:33 05/05/03 Mon [1]

She responds to her acquaintance with a likewise courteous gesture of nodding. Speech, she refrains in the company of others, though conversation she yearns. Ziraga, in time. Her surface conduct of indifference shelters a heated mood, boiling with desires and confessions. I will not follow. I simply will not. I am not...

Eyes shuffle across the immediate vicinity, viewing the stallions. Would they inquire? She prayed not. History, she would claim. History hidden between them. Concern enters the orbs. Would Ziraga speak of hers? If he did... A sigh, visible yet unconscious. It would add difficulty, complications to her intentions present upon arrival to the valley. Adrian, he was friends of Ziraga? Delayed realization interrupts train of thought. Yet, he knew not of me. Was he even present during her last visitation? Apparently not.

The masculine, who haunts her sanity and peace of mind, had dissipated out of sight, she notices. Curiosity taunts the pride that prevents her instant witness to his latest ploy. Could she yield to the stallion’s wishes? “Mind if we continue the discussion at a later date?” She requests simply, avoiding the mass of excuses available for her choice of action. Words would betray her further.

Ignoring the typical delay for an affirmative answer, she departs.


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[> .[yadda, yadda, yadda]. -- Adrian, 22:18:20 05/05/03 Mon [1]

Why thank you, my friend. The bay replies in a smooth tone before the enigmatic golden one departs. Been a time since we talked. Watching him disappear, the stallion waits in silence until all are gone. Only a mildly curious glance is thrown towards the mare, and even that disintegrates into nothing. He stands still for a moment before turning and trotting bouncily after the others, heading towards the 'challenging' grounds.


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