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Date Posted: 19:44:31 02/12/03 Wed
Author: True Evil
Subject: To my fellow inhabitants.

The black traces his steps back in, gazing fondly at his home. "I do not need to speak of following in this herd. I trust you will make the right decision whether to follow me or Frozen Dreams. As you know, the challenge will go on. Not ceasing, and when I falter, I shall need those loyal to my father to support me. It's your choice. But when you decide of it, think of the neverending image of Malussinn, the one that served you for so long."

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[> Admiring -- Maleah, 20:52:39 02/12/03 Wed [1]

The filly cocks her head slightly at her brother's little speech, her ivory brush tail swishing back and forth anxiously. What, if anything, did it all mean?


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[> [> *~Deadly Flames~* -- Firelight, 22:00:00 02/12/03 Wed [1]

*~She snorted watching the Leader golden hued head cocked to one side. She was but a filly change of leadership did not interest her at the moment. She cast glance at the other filly. Ello~*


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[> Starts -- Maleah, 22:16:56 02/12/03 Wed [1]

"Hi, I'm Maleah," She says, with a friendly grin. Her lavender hued eyes peer innocently at the other filly.


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[> [> Wordless, he lingered nearby. -- Ballyhara, 22:27:14 02/12/03 Wed [1]

Menacing in his own quiet way, the pinto stood a few paces behind Evil, and to the left. His eyes were snapping and a cruel half smile darkened his face, silently daring anyone to offer a cruel word against his friend.


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[> [> [> Ah, my friend! -- True Evil, 22:32:08 02/12/03 Wed [1]

The brawny Arabian jovially glanced at his loyal and trusted comrade. "Bally, my friend. I must make my announcement ot you. You, I must ask, to be my Back-up Lead Stallion. But it is only yours to accept."

[ Kate wanted you to be it as well! ]


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[> [glisten][reflect] -- Carcajou, 23:14:57 02/12/03 Wed [1]

This was certainly unexpected, and the mare did not fully understand the situation. But from all she had seen of this stallion, she had already developed a strange kind of respect for him and if there were to be a choice between leadership, then she would remain by his side. "I do not know of your father, m'lord," she begins, "or of whatever it is you speak of. But if there is a choice between leaders, be sure that I will continue to follow you as long as I am able. I apologize for my ignorance; I am quite honestly innocent to whatever may have happened previous to my arrival." She almost gives a sheepish grin, but stops herself in self-consciousness (that a word?) and instead looks at him with partial serenity.


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[> question -- *Satan's Outcast*, 07:04:51 02/13/03 Thu [1]

ooc: OK I'm lost. What happened to Evil Valley and Mallusin (sp?)and the Army that I was supposed to soon be taking over... Is this that herd now??

ic: *If your father was Mallusin, I stand loyally behind you, M'lord.* The 18 hand trekaner mare bows solomely. *My mate as well. You shall recognise him by his huge 19 hand body, and coal black coat, with one white coronet.*


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[> [they're rather big. and btw, it's Malussinn. Two s's, two n's, one L.] -- Maleah, 12:40:52 02/13/03 Thu [1]

She reguards the tall mare dubbed Satan's Outcast with unsuredness, but smiles at her older brother decisively. He reminded her of her father, and that was the closest comfort she had.


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[> thanks -- *Satan's Outcast*, 13:10:53 02/13/03 Thu [1]

*Maleah, what has happened to your father?* her voice flows out kindly, but the sence of Evil that will always be there. *And the army and the wizard and the wizard's apprentice? Oh, I feel all alone with no friends and no mate, yet-*she pulls up suddenly and a blush forms across her lovely flame red face. *M'lady, I am sorry I was blabbering.* the voice is now a whisper, an ashamed whisper that has an erie backround to it...


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[> -the nights are colder now -- Frozen Dreams, 16:38:21 02/13/03 Thu [1]

as always, the abarsive pallid equid traced his entrance upon the terra with no modest reserve in the quality of his gait. exaggerated to the point of nonsense, he paraded into the ensemble with a flawless grace and impeccably noble poise. staring coldly about the group for a fraction of a second he determines no threat to his life among the petty gathering of his race, and stands, in blatant disrespect to the leader of the opposition. no dip of his dignified crania allowed any trace of even the most reluctant of admitions that this charcoal hued child was in any way his better. or even, for that matter, his equal. Frozen Dreams put himselfon a pedestal. not a puny fantasized one either. the belief he held of his superior status was embedded as deeply within him as the insticnt to breathe.
with a cocky twist of his boa he encompased the circle in his commonplace disinterest. remarking without words what a bore they all were to him. attracted by the enlarging group he had graced them with his presence, if only momentarily, to allow his curiosity to be indulged. making a skimpy assessment of the fillies, and barely a glance at the gargantuan female, he passed his eyes to the two stallions that stood across from him. he composed a more direct analysis of these two, but dismissed them just as easily in the end.
his poise reflected a bored gentility, and it was obvious that he was not on his guard, even amidst potential enemies. he was unaware as to the subject of discussion, and by the look ordaining his finely dished pallet one might assume he really had no intentions to procure the information. although, ofcourse, he must have, else why would he make an appearance at all? his dusted coat gleamed with the aftermath of a snowfall, and the ebony of his mane hung untangled and placid along the width and length of his nape complemented his beige coloring with a sombreity found only in the wake of a grand disaster. a tail of matching hue swept in drawling fashion along his hocks, teasing the earth with it's proximity. a triangular lobe swung deftly about, gathering the averaged sounds of a gathering of individuals. his nares, on the other hand, made no attempt at inhaling the mixed aroma of the group, choosing to remain motionless amid the assault of scents. sensing the hush that would, on a norm, accompany his entrada, the stallion turned his stygian pools once more upon the equines, staring each of them in turn. the malice and growing impatience created an unquenchable flame in their depths. abranding that seared the horizons they rested on. aimed to create impressions. saving, in obvious display, the final taste of his bitterness for his royal highness the brute calmly observes his opponent. examining at length the quality of the individual that would stand against him.

do you have what it takes, True Evil?

he mused absently through the rivers of his psyche, quelling the instinct to insult him now and have it done with. finally, he asserted his voice into the mix, tossing words of intense sarcastic content at the listeners of his fellow conversationalists.

greetings, friends. you may not know me, Frozen Dreams. a lowly individual of no valoured importance i'm sure. and you are..?

he posed his question in a general fashion, removing his eyes from the king to flick with arguable inertia over the remainder of the gathering.

that's right. show him what you think.


FROZEN DREAMS
-dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude.


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[> Awareness -- Apathan, 18:24:06 02/13/03 Thu [1]

"We know you," he responds curtly, his dark eyes expressing his clear distate at this overbearing stallion's excessively self-involved manner. "And I am Apathan, once Evil Lead Stallion, once friend to Malussinn, and now will serve his son for as long as my heart beats." Thus without frills he summarizes his identity, views... and a subtle threat.


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[> Frozen Dreams -- *Satan's Outcast*, 18:34:05 02/13/03 Thu [1]

The Evil mare feels the stallion's eyes scip over her, as though she was worthless. She talks, her tone demanding attention, even if she wasn't being looked at.

*Frozen Dreams, Malissinn's heir has more followers than you. Even if you did win the throne, there would soon be a revolt, and you would be thrown out. And I shall be out there fighting against you, for little do you know it, you are training me in disguise.*

She smirks, knowing she had got him good. She taunted him evily, testing his last nerves.

*You didn't even even guess, did you, poor little Dreams.*

She bows sarcasticly, faking respect to Frozen Dreams.

*M'lord, if you'll excuse me, I have to work on my battle posts.*

Her voice heavy with scarcasm, she cuts in front of him, her tail hitting him on the muzzle. Her 18+ hand body saunters away, trying to irritate him.


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[> She watches the mare go. -- Maleah, 18:53:29 02/13/03 Thu [1]

How had she known Malussinn was gone? And that he was her father? Perhaps her open adoration of her brother had gotten her there. She spots the beige stallion with interested wide eyes.


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[> Maleah -- *Outcast*, 19:01:29 02/13/03 Thu [1]

*His territory is gone, and True Evil is the King of the Evils. You said above that True Evil was your brother, and I know Truth's sire was Malussinn.* She stopps kindly to talk to the mare. She shots Dreams a nasty glare.


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[> [> *~Deadly Flames~* -- Firelight, 19:30:13 02/13/03 Thu [1]

*~Head nods to Maleah her dark orbs ever-watchful. I am Firelight.. tis a pleasure to meet thee. She says voice smooth the young filly of almost two watches True Evil.~*




((Does anyone have the link to the Academy))


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[> -i'm surrounded by incompetence -- Frozen Dreams, 20:19:52 02/13/03 Thu [1]

((the academy's on the board! it's linked, and then you get a list of links, and it's the fourth one that actually is the academy))

his chiselled pallet turns a mask of disgust as the female speaks, and as she smiles smugly at what must obviously be his verbal defeat he peruses the mental list of reasons why, after he does get the throne, it will be completely secure from that point onward. would you like to hear that list? well, too bad. you really think that my poor arrogant frozen dreams is thick headed enough to respond angrily to insolence? no, no he's much keener than that. not a piece of eye candy, strutting imaginary feats with exaggerated pride. his conceit has an honest base. he's taken a good thing and corrupted it he has, but that does not mean he cannot back his condescending personality with cold hard fact.
for example, he is almost one hundred percent positive that once in the throne, it would not be won back by force. confident in his abilities the pallid stallion proves a formidable enemy. and it's a shame, or so he believes, that every one of the sheep in this evil flock is too far gone to realize that they must adapt to survive. he would be the new era. he was the future. of course, once he became ruling monarch he would never hold grudge against those who had been reluctant to take to the cause. second chances were handed sparingly from the individual, but from kings they were almost required.
tossing a single tolerant glance toward the giant, he expresses fully his distaste toward her impromptu boast, and her most lowly delivered sarcasm, implying the use of a demeaning recognition. he renegged to in any way indicate his feelings on the matter. returning his stare to apathan however, he pauses, absorbing the words the stallion had transcended even before the sheep had spoken up. now, the healer was one he could form a bare sort of mild appreciation for. he had experience and he was wise, if old. and he considered for a moment what the mascu had to say before tasting the wind once more to offer rebuttal, in a most obviously over-stretched gentle tone, which, like molasses, spread thickly over the atmosphere envellopping the small crowd.

well, i'm sure that if all goes well they may need your help afterwards.

his statement implied much. the most obvious implication being that the elder would be more a handicap than an advantage during actual battle.
the evening wind toyed mindlessly with his ebony locks as he stood, amid a gathering of enemies,dressed in the most serene of calms. his attitude was no more on guard than should he be strolling through the park an a warm summer day. ofcourse, there was always the refelexes. one of the reason's he felt so at ease was his swift ability to respond to threats, no matter how unaware he had been.



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[> -: mouthful of poison -- aerial, 20:38:25 02/13/03 Thu [1]

she was in a bitchy mood. it couldn't be denied. it was evident from the look of pure disgruntled abhorrance directed to the world that she wore over her normally pretty features. her sides were swollen with her unborn child, and she felt ugly. the mood swings that accompanied pregnancy did not fit well with her usual sarcastic and bipolar personality. her wrath fell immediately upon satan's outcast, because her blatantly moronic comment was the first thing that fell upon the rose's ears as she apporached. so satan's outcast thought she was clever, because she was 'secretly receiving training from them'! pah. wasn't that harlot even smart enough to realize she'd just admitted she wasn't as good as either aerial or frozen dreams, and she needed to leech off of their brilliance and knowledge? the stygian and steel femme fatale stifled the laughter that rose in her throat. aerial knew that as soon as her unborn child could stand, she'd teach satan's outcast a real lesson. she'd teach her her place. or better yet, she'd let her child do it. you know, it would be good practice for later in life.

aerial's attention was diverted to the two filly's then, but they were not worth the effort of analytically tearing apart, and so she passed them over with nothing more then a glance.

the next to fall beneath her glare was the healer apathan, but even in her frightful mood, she could not bring herself to insult him. he had, after all, fixed her leg after that gruesome battle with frozen dreams. of course, aerial had been the winner of that fight, and frozen dreams had come out in much worse shape then she had.

frozen dreams. she wouldn't even go there. ew.

true evil was the final participant in the gathering. though she had nothing against him personally, in this world of politics, they were enemies. he would fall beneath their mutiny, he would be crushed by their power. they would conquer him. yes, her mood swings didn't just make her bitchy. they made every single thing she thought and felt feel so much sharper. and right now, her emotions were running high, and she wanted to just hurt something, kill something...

...may i suggest everyone takes two steps away from the enraged pregnant equine?

a e r i a l
mouthful of poison


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[> [glisten][reflect] -- Carcajou, 21:17:25 02/13/03 Thu [1]

She feels the cold gazes of the newcomers, their disdain and assumptions, and shivers ever so slightly. Still, she raises her shapely head in an attempt to look right back into the stallion's eyes, without disrespect, hatred or fear. Emotionless, you could say. When she had made the decsion to come here, she was totally unprepared to have something like this happen but so be it. It wasn't in her nature to back away for any cowardly or trivial reason. She shifts her weight, relaxing her tensed muscles and shaking out her waves of dark mane with a loud sigh, and simply waits.

((Actually, I don't have much of an idea what's going on, hehehe. I've been around for a couple of years or so, but never played an Evil for some reason so all I knew was basically about True Evil, and obviously Carky knows nothing at all. Could one of you nice people explain the situation to us, please?))


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[> Arrogance, petty arrogance. -- Ballyhara, 22:23:54 02/13/03 Thu [1]

As Frozen Dreams had quickly assesed True Evil and himself, so did Bally run a critical eye over the magisterial stallion, and he was annoyed to recognize qualities far too similar to his own. That case hardened confidence that was Ballyhara's signature winked at him from the face of a stranger, and our venerable pinto knew immediately that he need not waste much more time analyzing Frozen Dreams. The stallion needed only to be recognized as a threat; Ballyhara was not so much a slave to his hubris that he would dismiss such a danger for the sake of conceit. The grey shifted his seemingly casual glance. The mare, as yet nameless, proved more hermetic to his sharp analysis. Her biting, harsh hatred was dense in the air as blood might be in water; obviously the swollen female was wrapping herself in the solace of unwavering feeling. It proved a fire blanket to our stallion's personality sifting. But, no matter. A short tempered pregnant mare could only do so much. Bally drew up to True Evil's left side, grimly, confirming his unwavering allegiance. His face curved in a bitter smile as he mused at the irony that the others did not seem to recognize.


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[> True Evil -- Maleah, 22:44:09 02/13/03 Thu [1]

She assembles herself on the other side of her brother, opposite Ballyhara, but standing slightly more back and out of the way. Wait a moment - she had met such a stallion once at home! Intrigued, she took a small step forward, her wide lavender eyes studying the stallion, then the mare. Yes, she had met them before.


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[> .[idle confessions]. -- Adrian, 00:32:46 02/14/03 Fri [1]

Dismally the thin stallion, modestly bay, stands not too far from the growing assembly. His carefully intelligent eyes watch Frozen Dream's blatant antics with considerable reproach. The Thoroughbred edges near, now standing somewhat next to Carcajou, attention given to the group. He tosses his head to remove his overgrown black forelock from his eyesight, throwing an apathetic glance in the direction of the volatile zealot of a mare, Aerial: "The Top Henchman". It appears the circus has pulled into town, how perverse. I do hope you have something interesting to say, Frozen Dreams. He remarks dryly, his tone otherwise empty. The quietly composed stallion remembers this other from a few weeks ago in Dark Evergreens, and so far his static dislike for the overly self-conceited male had not changed overtime.


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[> Frozen Dreams and Aerial -- *Satan's Outcast*, 08:31:28 02/14/03 Fri [1]

*Frozen Dreams, what did you think the name Under Cover meant? Just to keep your trust in Under Cover, I am sick and not in school. This is the third day I've been out of school. (stupid flu! I hate it. I can't talk, literaly.) Aerial, it would be good practise for your foal to fight me... good practice to learn to die.* She ignored the false comments about her and slowly walked away.


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[> Haha, lost? [Carcajou] -- Megan, 13:38:23 02/14/03 Fri [1]

Well, Frozen Dreams and Aerial launched a rebellion against Malussinn, who is True Evil's (and Maleah's) father. Kate had to quit (pooey on her) and left True Evil as King of the Darks. Anything else?


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[> [> Lost. -- True Evil, 15:09:38 02/14/03 Fri [1]

He stood quietly adjacent of Ballyhara and his young sister. His dished head knelt to Maleah's level, and in a hushed tone, he spoke to her, "Maleah, go find another foal to play with." His probosicis nudged the flanks of the pallid filly before returning with a glassy stare. "Frozen Dreams, Aerial, you did not have my consent to enter my home, much less make crude remarks to my herd. I will fight you, yes, with the support of my loyal followers. However you two, do not have any but each other."


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[> is that war i smell on the wind? -- Frozen Dreams, 16:39:31 02/14/03 Fri [1]

staying his gaze once more within the kings he resumes his momentarily disturbed facade of diplomatic integrity. but the smile was evident in the background, the amusement he was putting himself through. admittedly, he enjoyed observing the terse reactions to the clash of nonconformity that accompanied his aura.
distracted by the arrival of the pregnant mare, his occulis swerved, to rest suspiciously on her laden form. he took in with a single stroke the state in which she had come to, and quickly pulled away his eyes, an overwhelming bitterness whelled inside him and he was forced to drag his train of thought from the child growing inside. alighting his ebony pools instead upon her eloquent pallet he observed her mood set wryly, a smile flitting briefly over his labrums. and though, most obviously, the child therein was his, he made no outward show to announce any claim to the charcoal hued feme fatale. indeed it was almost perceptible that he had made to step away from her frame, restraining himself with a second thought and settling comfortably into his paces. she was like radioactive waste. dangerous to be around. finally pulling his pate from her direction to return his sourly amiable features toward the monarch, he notices the smaller female, stepping forward from her brother's side. recognising the filly to be maleah, daughter of the vanished, he allows his thoughts to train along memory lane a while, reminiscing to where he had known her from. finding it difficult to pinpont the exact moment he banisheds the entire project, commencing to speak in his drawling accent

True evil, how very inhospitable of you! come now, we have made no trouble but to speak. have you not noticed the lack of violence in correspondance with our presences? i find it rather unbecoming for a king to be so judgemental. and believe me, if you would review my life among this society you will find that there has only ever been one battle involving myself and one involving my colleague. will you not allow us a small respite from the wanderings we are forced to endure? you have my word my liege that i won't stir up your peaceful inhabitants to any sort of agressivity. and, i have not yet asked to be fought, True Evil, but if you will make that call, be my guest.

barely meeting the eyes of the ruler he accentuates the words my liege with a twinge of sarcasm, and the very last sentence was weighted heavily, as the pallid stallion brought the brunt of his deep set lamps to meet with the gaze of the ruler. and the threat surfaced then, so prominently that it was almost audible.

that wasn't very smooth of you, True Evil. what has this world coming to, that kings are no longer up to standard?


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[> Silence -- Apathan, 20:10:35 02/14/03 Fri [1]

The rather older stallion observes his King and the arrogant pretender in his own contemplative silence. His ears flick back at True Evil's mishandling of the situation, but recollection floods the bay's mind: memories of his own less tolerant days. I would say Evil is doing rather a good job... if I had been him, at his age, Frozen Dreams would have broken bones by this point.

But his deep black eyes take on those of the overconfident interloper without fear. "I am the Healer. I will always be the Healer... Royal or otherwise." His voice is a quiet baritone, one full of strength gained from a painful life... and now, a very lonely life. "Whoever hurts I heal, Frozen Dreams. I do not discriminate." He raises his strongly-lined Arabian head, those cool eyes taking on a rich fire. "But my own opinions are another matter. There is nothing to say that a healer cannot also fight." His thoughtful black spheres hold some level of respect for the daring, arrogant male and his fiery consort; the sheer audacity of their undertaking had to be worth something. But fanaticism can only take you so far, and overconfidence can prove lethal.


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[> [glisten][reflect] -- Carcajou, 21:32:49 02/14/03 Fri [1]

((Thx Megan... My dimwitted self managed to comprehend. :p))

Her head turns to glance at Adrian, giving a brief nod in silent greeting. There was obviously a tense and thin line between violence and peace that they were all caught in, and the wave of excitement it brought to her in her youth was pleasureable and boosted her confidence. She too takes a step closer to True Evil, but not quite near enough to crowd him. A delicate dislike was rippling in the deep pool of her emotions for the pair that was invading- or making themselves welcome to- her territory, but she shakes it off. Best to remain neutral for now, she reminds herself.


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[> Rude -- Navy, 22:50:46 02/14/03 Fri [1]

The haughty blue roan mare had no manners for this pompous stallion, and she just wasn't afraid to make direct enemies with him, no matter how unwise it was. Her well-shaped ears went back a fraction at the insult to her new lead stallion. How quickly she changed loyalties. "Well, Mr. High and Mighty, how 'bout we all traipse over to the dump you're living in, and stone the both of you to death," She smirked, her tail swishing at her hindquarters in irritance. She failed to be impressed by the dust-washed stallion.


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[> -a bit testy are we? [quick, short post] -- Frozen Dreams, 15:12:44 02/15/03 Sat [1]

it's odd, isn't it? to walk up to a group of people with an extreme dislike, and without their caring at all, exploit their emotion into something completely to your advantage? to make a mockery of their everyday selves by inflicting them with so intense a hatred that they become blind to the lows that they sink to. fascintaing it is.

turning his pallid pate toward the newest speaker a rather embellished grin dances across his arabian boned features, and he observes in quiet content the blue speaker. continuing the flow of conversation his response in swiftly delivered, passing his manipulated labrums in a sweet overtone.

well i'd love to have you, but i'm afraid that it is being over-run by vermin right now. perhaps another time?

observing mentally that the conversation is beginning to become more heated and less friendly by the minute the frozen dreamer allows another carefully languid turn of his crania to observe the group, as if savouring some private thought before speaking it, eyeing the members of the conversation with a bored bitterness, as if his game had gotten old. with a dry exhalation of breath that could be considered a sigh, he anounced his departure, dipping his cerebrum grandiosely, acomically jovial aire about him, tinged with something more corrupted. tossing his ebon locks the mascu completed his action, shifting through the motions of formal goodbyes.
his grin retreated to a small smile as the sun on the horizon exploded in a fantastical array. he turned his gaze one last time to his companion, completing the diplomatic bearing even in face of his ally, a coy expession accompanied by a dramatic shall we? before he trns himself, blatantly exposing his back to the enemy in a show of complete control, before awaying at a brisk trot, not for the comfort of speed, merely for the appeal of the image he created. enjoying every second of the spot-light as he always did.

FROZEN DREAMS
-dreams never fade, but evolve in the firgidity of solitude.


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[> [glisten][reflect] -- Carcajou, 16:06:16 02/15/03 Sat [1]

Overrun by vermin, eh? How ironic. The mare lightly drags a hoof through the dry, dusty ground as she watches the stallion's departure. His calm demeanor was something to be admired, for sure, but his cruel manipulation was extremely distasteful, especially when weighing the pros and cons of possible leadership. Something about the whole situation was disturbing her, perhaps the rather unfair "welcome" True Evil had received when he came home to his own territory. Her loyalties grew very quickly, for she was a mare who needed a base somewhere to stand upon, but they remained as strong and pure as diamonds.


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[> .[idle confession]. -- Adrian, 20:51:32 02/15/03 Sat [1]

The bay places his ears backwards, turning away from the other stallion's horridly showy exit. Time had been wasted on the idle presence of the hopeless aggressor. Slowly, he wanders away, leaving the group to themselves.


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[> "Pompous bastard, isn't he?" -- Ballyhara, 21:42:22 02/15/03 Sat [1]

A satirical chuckle accompanied his words, but Bally's amused expression remained tainted with dislike. He muttered a few caustic profanities, beneath his breath to save the delicacy of Maleah, and turned to face the others. His immediate attention was drawn by the older stallion, one who as yet had not drawn his respect, nor done anything to dissuade it. Obviously, our beloved Bally was ill bred enough to be in a wonderously sarcastic and hopelessly jovial mood. He launched into his most poetic of discourses, completely ignoring, for the moment, any serious threat, "I don't know that we've met, my good fellow. I'm Ballyhara, unfortunate comrade of the quick to arms, but still beloved, True Evil. I dare say that with reckless, fast talking, potential assasins such as we have just become aquainted with, a healer will be in an absurdly high level of demand."


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[> Nod -- Apathan, 12:02:36 02/17/03 Mon [1]

He nods with quiet grace to Ballyhara, responding with a rough chuckle. "Indeed. Everyone seems so keen to destroy that there has got to be someone left to pick up the pieces." His deep black eyes sparkle with amusement. "Ballyhara, eh? Well, I am Apathan, long-time friend of our beloved and elsewhere Malussinn, first Evil Lead Stallion, and now Healer; no more, no less." The dark bay tilts his head at his new King and the one who seeks to be his future King. "You know, I don't think there's anything I can do here. The fuse is lit, and if quenched temporarily will only be relit. The younger generation must take the force of the explosion, and myself and others like me can rebuild when it's all over." His cool words make him sound inclined to apathy; this is not the case. Throughout his long time in these Mountains Apathan has been a very active participant in the politics and pretenses of the Evil side. However, he feels it's finally his time to, so to speak, sit this one out. He will only interfere if asked, or he deems it necessary. Although these two hotheads might need a moderator. True Evil is far more capable than he thinks he is, and Frozen Dreams is far, far too overconfident.


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[> [> He looked in the general direction of Frozen Dreams's departure for a moment. -- Ballyhara, 15:26:38 02/17/03 Mon [1]

"I think I disagree, actually," he mused with a frown. "We're going to need every ounce of wisdom and level headedness possible to back up a new government." Again, he motioned after the vermin that was Frozen Dreams, "Its my opinion that we should rid ourselves of that problem before it escalates. Now, in the morning of Evil's reign, why not be established as a king who takes charge?" Bally turned to face his old friend, metaphorical brow raised in the manner of a colt suggesting trouble, "How about it, old boy? Take the offense."


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[> /Head In The Clouds\ -- Sweet Intoxication, 15:40:59 02/17/03 Mon [1]

/The young mare, just coming in from her afternoon flight, lands where the large concentration of horses were, curious, she looks around at their faces, and, having noticed the whole incident from aerial view, she saw the strange horse leave, having some magic in her, and noticing his aura, it was a very sure of himself, cocky type, and she didn't care for horses like that. She trots up beside True Evil, watching the others, she nudges his shoulder lightly, and whispers\ Whats going on? /


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[> A MAnd Who DOens't FIght For Something Doesn't Deserve Too Live -- Seductress of the Storm, 20:52:14 02/19/03 Wed [1]

*walks up to the gathering of horses and looks at Frozen's receding figure irately. She was truly sorry she had missed a chance to quarrel with him. Looked at the other horses around her and give a slight dip of her head in greeting* Ah I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Seductress of the Storm. I was from Malussin's old herd and was loyal to him though I don't knoiw that he knew he had my loyalty...I don't know that he knew I was in his herd *gives a slight chuckle when she realizes she is rambling* Ah right back to the subject... True Evil I offer my services to you, though I have not been through that dimwit Frozenn's training school many years of being a loner have taught me how to fight with not only my body but my mind *waits to see if anyone reacts to her pressence if they didn't it didn't matter no one usually did. No matter how much attention she got she'd definately oblige to imprint a few hoof marks on Frozen's over inflated skull*


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[> [> §+A Star's Venomous Rage+§ -- A Star's Rage, 22:04:51 02/19/03 Wed [1]

Blood colored fatale made her way to stand next to Storm. Though she had only just meet her she knew the mare would stand loyal. Lightless pools watched others in the group. Moonless colored tresses is stirred as mare tosses cranium up slightly. At moment the sorceress's mug stayed closed until she found out exactly what was going in. Coral lined nasal flares slightly drawing in scent of the terrain. She let ebony rocks tear the earth as she waited for others to speak. She would introduce herself when the time was right.


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[> Bally, for all his amusement induced good spirits, only suffered the three mares a passing glance. -- Ballyhara, 22:58:05 02/19/03 Wed [1]

The larger portion of his attention was elsewhere, as he sifted through miles of past experiences, revelling in his swiftly unfolding plan.


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