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Date Posted: 22:00:29 03/29/03 Sat
Author: Confetti
Subject: [splash of color - just saw the 'happy' news]

Could it be true? Zolotaya and True Evil, a highly unlikely couple. Feeling as if she were stabbed multiple times she blinks vaguely and makes no movement.

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[> { ÿ ñîøëo ñ óìà } -- Zolotaya, 12:07:22 03/30/03 Sun [1]

{ The unlikeliest of couples, indeed. But truth is stranger than fiction, and although the relationship lacks love it has the cement of politics to hold it together. Her dark, cruel eyes flick towards Confetti with silent thoughts flashing behind them. So he has some admirers? Well. }


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[> [> grrr -- tara, 12:07:47 03/30/03 Sun [1]

it killed my russian letters... >.<


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[> Quiet. -- True Evil, 12:20:38 03/30/03 Sun [1]

With a dull voice, he spoke gently to the pallid mare, "I'm sorry, Confetti. Great leaders think alike. I never chose her for love. But time will come when I begin to have a liking for her."


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[> [splash of color - shut up] -- Confetti, 20:00:45 03/30/03 Sun [1]

Decency alone kept her from screaming a large gamut of angry letters at the stallion. But her other self, the other side of her angry alter-ego, had more common sense. Why did you do this to me? I only came back because of you. And now you run off with someone you don't even love just because you're king? You're digusting. I hate royalty. Her mind ranted in itself angrily. She remained cool and collected on the outside, "Oh."

I hate you.


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[> { all I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms } -- Zolotaya, 20:16:04 03/30/03 Sun [1]

{ Strikingly enough, the affectedly beautiful Andalusian has the decency to look briefly downwards and then return her devastating black eyes to Confetti with a look almost resembling apology. Zolotaya keeps a safe distance from the pair. True Evil may be my mate but he's not my love, and this is not my affair. I had best leave them to sort this out themselves. She turns away, pulling unenthusiastically at the still-tasteless grass to indicate her abstinence from any further conversation between Confetti and the king. }


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[> this lack of self-control : blame -- Confetti, 20:25:33 03/30/03 Sun [1]

She watched the mare walk away, her own pitless (and now emotionless) dark eyes flashing angrily. The snow-colored Arabian mare kicks compulsively before she turns back to True Evil. "Evil, I simply cannot and will not believe you. Or this, this marriage you seem to have fallen into. You are simply incapable of loving. First Nyssia, now Zolotaya," She said, her temper slowly rising with her voice. IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou! She screamed in a wrathful mindvoice, but she wanted to hear how the stallion would defend himself.


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[> [> Love? What is love? -- True Evil, 20:41:35 03/30/03 Sun [1]

He had no words to express the raging banter of the mare. "I know." His voice had lost the tint of sincerity, as if the world had dropped. "You cannot blame the way I feel. It is not my fault I cannot return what you feel for me. I tried to, believe me. But you went and came. I never had the chance to know who you were."


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[> this lack of self-control : were? -- Confetti, 20:45:09 03/30/03 Sun [1]

"Were? I love your use of the past tense," She spat angrily. "Like I'm dead or changed or something." Oh but Evil I'm still the same and I'm still waiting... She argued with herself. A rapid shake of her head cleared her mind a bit, but not much.


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[> [> Betrayal. -- True Evil, 20:51:40 03/30/03 Sun [1]

He could not believe what he was hearing out of this insipid mare. "As much as you think you 'love' me, you don't. You do not know who I am, what my past was, nor did you ever really care." His chest labored with breath, for the words he longed to speak had finally arisen. "Everytime I love, it spits back in my face. Golden Jet, I loved her with all my soul. But after we became mates, she just traipsed around claiming she was the princess. Then, all we did was fight. Want to know what happened to her? She's dead." His whole body trembled with pent up anger as he resumed, "For such a long time, I was alone. But Nyssia changed it all for me. We have a son. And he is my pride and joy. I tried to get to know her, but she wouldn't allow it. I tried to open so many chances for us, but she just closed it right back up. She left. Left me with a bitter heart. She was all I wanted, all I ever dreamed about, all I needed. And she left. I expressed my feelings, but she had no hesitation when she said 'no'." With a fatigued sigh, his eyes cast down at his hooves. "You know nothing of me."


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[> [> [> Continued. -- True Evil, 20:55:53 03/30/03 Sun [1]

"Zolotaya. In time, we may have passion for one another." He glances up at Confetti, his eyes filled with pain. "I mean no harm to her, but I don't want to feel love again. I'm... afraid it'll hurt me like it did the other times. You have no idea what a treacherous life this has been for me ever since I was a foal."


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[> this lack of self-control : silly -- Confetti, 20:59:39 03/30/03 Sun [1]

And how do you know all this, True Evil? You think you know everything, don't you. Well you don't. I do love you, no matter what you say. You are just denying the face of possibly your last chance, but you know what? I don't care. I need you and don't need you at the same time, and it drives me crazy. I don't care about your past, and I don't want you to care about mine either. She watches him, her breath catching in her throat when she makes eye contact. How could she be so mean and heartless? How could she do any of this? I just want to huddle up in a corner of the earth and melt away into the ground. Evil... just... just don't tell me no.


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[> [> Hurt. -- True Evil, 21:05:50 03/30/03 Sun [1]

They stood with the impeding silence, the Arabian's mind racing with cruel thoughts. Why can't it be the way it used to be? When it was fun and carefree? When I could dart around the territory as a youth and pretend the war revolving around us wasn't occuring? I need someone who returns the love I feel for them. Everytime I try, it fails. How can I trust again? I'm not a risk taker, never was. But some things are worth taking the risk. Like wanting you. He manages to tear himself out of his train of thought, before saying the words that were so caught in his throat, "I have a mate." I have a mate? What the hell was that? So be it. He did have a mate. One that he could share politics with. One he could rule beside with. But what about the passion he so longed to feel? He could not honestly say that he shared any intimate momemts with Confetti nor Zolotaya. When would it start?


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[> lack of self-control : no duh -- Confetti, 21:13:53 03/30/03 Sun [1]

The pressure inside her builds, and she feels as if she would explode any moment. Instead of totally flipping out at Evil, she holds it in, standing tautly and silenty before Evil. I know you have a mate, but if you're so desperate for love why do you go looking for it in all the wrong places? Zolotaya is never going to love you, and you're going to grow old and die without what you really really desire. A passionate relationshop with something more than politics in common. You think I don't know you? Zolotaya probably knows you even less than I do. Heck, she's been around a lot less time than I,

Her mind ran through a million things she could say, but words seemed so useless now. She felt as if she could just stand forever and if she said something she would explode and say a whole lot of things she didn't want anyone to hear. Especially Evil.

[No Fetti! Guys aren't worth it! *wails*]


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[> [> Terrible. -- True Evil, 21:19:19 03/30/03 Sun [1]

"I don't deserve you." You've showed so much compassion to me, yet I've given you nothing. Because I feel nothing. We'd be off together, roaming the woods together if I did. I've never doubted my feelings, but it's betrayed me once again. Two times I was hurt because I loved, but this time, this time is different. I have two parties injured because of the fact I cannot love anymore. I'm afraid. Cradle me in your arms and tell me it'll be all right. He longed to say how he was feeling, but the way the mare was acting, how could he? She was without words, which made him feel uncomfortable. He only said a word or two at a time, but it was better than receiving growing silence.


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[> no -- Confetti, 21:23:22 03/30/03 Sun [1]

"Don't lie," She gasped quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Something about the undertone in his voice made her confused, that perhaps what he was feeling wasn't matching what he was saying, or what he wasn't saying. Her eyes shone with tears, but she was determined to remain stoic, or as close to it as she could manage. Evil please don't push me away, I refuse to let you.


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[> [> Lie? Never. -- True Evil, 21:28:36 03/30/03 Sun [1]

He had no more words to say. He longed to just turn away and walk off, pretending this never happened. Just like the death of his mother. His father never came to collect him. "I'm afraid this is the end."


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[> no no no! -- Confetti, 21:32:21 03/30/03 Sun [1]

She holds her chest tight to contain a sob. No! It's not the end! She thought desperatly, but she knew he couldn't hear her. No one ever heard her, but now was not the time for a pity party. "Fine," She said flatly, surprising herself with her level headedness in this time of 'emotional trauma'. Her breaths were slow and shakey as she regained control of her head, briefly taken over by him. It can't be the end...


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[> [> No? -- True Evil, 21:34:39 03/30/03 Sun [1]

"You've been silent. Unless you want to end this here and now, tell me the truth." He was suprised his words did not come out in chokes and coughs, for that was the way he felt. His tone had a surpisingly deep bass to it as he spoke as if he were speaking to an audience of importance.


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[> what if i dont want to -- Confetti, 21:37:18 03/30/03 Sun [1]

What if I don't want to tell the truth? Besides, you already know it and I don't want to repeat myself. What are you going to do? Say no? You've already said no, She reasoned, more for her own sake than anything else. I don't want to talk, and maybe I'll just be a mute. Words get in the way of everything.


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[> [> Understanding. -- True Evil, 21:56:29 03/30/03 Sun [1]

"Now. I may feel better about myself now that I definitely know you have no more feelings for me. This talk was productive and beneficial to a healthy friendship."


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[> spare me -- Confetti, 12:51:41 03/31/03 Mon [1]

She watches mutely as the stallion comforts himself. I think this was more a lecture than a conversation, seeing as you've done most of the talking, coming out of her shell, she clears her throat, then stops. What if she said the wrong thing? I'm doing more wrong not saying anything. Now we've regressed from being friends. I don't want to be friends! I'll never be able to see him as a friend, ever! "Evil I just don't want to say the wrong thing," She croaks finally. "But I do..." Trailing off, she glanced away from him. Her throat burned with unsaid words, she already knew she had said too much.

I'm torturing him, is this what I want? I should just accept a friendship between us as the closest I can get. I'll still be with him, and we'll still talk. She accepted this now, though a small voice protested that she wouldn't be happy. "Evil, if you honestly love Zolotaya, then more power to the both of you," But I honestly don't think that's the case.


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[> Would an interruption be a problem? -- Zamnor, 20:55:14 03/31/03 Mon [1]

Having caught sight of his dad, his sharp ears picks up the mare's more recent words as he just happens to wander 'aimlessly' over. "Honestly love who?" He inquires impulsively, the puzzlement created by the words erasing the manners burned upon his mind by his diligent mother. His eyes, so similar to those of his father's, are clouded by veiling mist as he glances from one adult to the other. The mare he cannot place. Her face, and voice, is slightly familiar, but he is sure that he has never in his life seen her more than once. Actually, he believes, she left right after he first met her as a very young colt.

Why would they talking about love? I never saw them together when she was last living with us; I never even thought they could be friends! The colt is almost devastated by such a thought. In his opinion, everyone should be friends. Suddenly the colt flushes, his eyes dropping as he realizes that perhaps it isn't the best time to have stumbled into a conversation. His eyes still on the ground, he directs his voice towards Evil as his utmost elder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll leave... but I'll talk to you later, right?" Now he looks up hopefully, his adoring gaze seeking his father's.


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[> Watch -- Confetti, 12:55:34 04/03/03 Thu [1]

"H-hello, Zamnor," She said awkwardly surprised, flashing back to when Evil had bravely attacked the mysterious mythical stallion. She shuddered when the images flew by in her mind, faster than she could keep up. That was one of the few times she had done more than smile at Zamnor, she had been not much more than a filly herself at the time.


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[> Just as ackward -- Zamnor, 19:15:27 04/03/03 Thu [1]

His gaze darted to her, his ears twitching in embarrassement. "Hi," he replies shyly, his head hanging slightly as her name doesn't come immediately to his mind. Then he decides to politely extend his apology, "I'm sorry for interrupting you. I... I can't remember your name, what is it?" Well, better late than never.


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[> sure -- Confetti, 12:48:49 04/04/03 Fri [1]

"My name is Confetti," She replied smoothly. Yes, the words were coming easier now, but now True Evil's silence disturbed her, was he thinking or just returning her own silent favor. "And you're Zamnor, correct?" She asked, though she knew perfectly well who he was.


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[> Uh-oh -- Zamnor, 08:53:52 04/05/03 Sat [1]

"Nice to meet you, Confetti." He smiles, suddenly looking up to meet the mare's gaze. "Yep, I'm Zamnor. Do you live here? I was...gone for a time, so I'm a bit unsure about what I know." He pauses, turning his head slightly to glance uncertainly at his father for a nano second. When he eyes are once upon on Confetti, he shuffles a hoof a bit as he wonders what to say. Although naturally friendly and talkative, he can't forget that he had burst right into their conversation. And there's something in the air... he sniffs discreetly and smells discontent tumbling like flashes of lightning in the air between his father and the mare. What could they have been talking about to produce such emotions? A splash of puzzlement worms its way into his eyes even as his tongue resumes struggling for something to say.

"Have you been here for long?"


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[> Oh, it was long ago -- Confetti, 18:13:11 04/05/03 Sat [1]

"I lived here for a while before you were born, but I left when you were only a few months old," She said simply, her small well-made ears twitching to listen to Evil.


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[> Oh, yeah -- Zamnor, 21:04:02 04/05/03 Sat [1]

"I thought I remembered you," he replies just as simply, his eyes moving in a more obvious action towards his father. It would seem that everything rested on the first word that exits the stallion's mouth when he returns from the realm of his silence.


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[> *prods maggie and evil* -- Megan, 22:03:46 04/06/03 Sun [1]

Hey, since we're prodding her with characters, I suppose I'll prod too.


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[> I suppose I'll help by prodding out of character -- you know, just to be helpful. -- Zamnor's player, 09:47:48 04/07/03 Mon [1]

*Prod. Poke. Prod.*


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[> [> *Wiggles and runs.* LEAVE ME ALONE! -- True Evil, 12:04:06 04/08/03 Tue [1]

He says bluntly, "I feel awkward and don't want to be in this conversation."


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[> Oh. -- Confetti, 12:51:54 04/08/03 Tue [1]

She lifted her head in resistance to his comment, thorns listening towards the youngster, hoping he wouldn't be injured by this remark. Turning back after a moments hesitation, she continues without Evil. "So, Zamnor, I hear you want to be human. I was never human."


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[> *Giggles* Come baaaack! *Runs after* -- Zamnor, 10:27:35 04/09/03 Wed [1]

At his father's words, his dial drops slightly, his gaze dark as he avoids looking at the stallion. It wasn't really that he was hurt, more like he was embarrassed by his father's behavior. "I went to the Snowball where I was human, that's where I got the idea. It was sort of fun." He glances at the mare. "We don't know how to become human, though, that's the problem."


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[> [> *Screams and rips a chunk of hair out* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. -- True Evil, 17:50:23 04/09/03 Wed [1]

With a slightly more jovial tone, he points out to Zamnor of what he knows, "Actually, it's quite easy. Just think really hard on what you want to become, and will yourself to do so. And soon, you'll be a handsome guy - but in human form."


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[> HAHAHAHA! *Evil cackles echoing after* -- Zamnor, 15:49:30 04/10/03 Thu [1]

When at first his father speaks, he looks up hesitantly, but quickly the change in tone is registered and his expression lightens. However, it comes sceptical when the words themselves are registered in the young mind. "Just think? That's it? Isn't that too... easy?" Nevertheless, his voice entertains hope.


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[> [> Just think. -- True Evil, 19:07:10 04/11/03 Fri [1]

"Yes, but you must wish for it too. Just think very hard. You'll be a two-legger in no time."


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[> Grin -- Confetti, 19:56:46 04/11/03 Fri [1]

She smiles at the foal, it hadn't seemed too far off when she had been a carefree foal (Even though it really had).


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[> Oh, WOW! -- Zamnor, 23:28:40 04/11/03 Fri [1]

"Just think?" He repeats with astonishment, his eyes wide. He stands there for a couple of seconds, motionless as he ponders the strange-sounding advice. Then he smiles. "I'll go tell the others! Thanks, Dad!" Quickly nuzzling the stallion, he races off at a crazy canter, his hooves threatening to tangle themselves as he strives to reach his friends as quickly as possible.


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