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Date Posted: 19:35:18 01/27/03 Mon
Author: Ballyhara
Subject: His eyes were sharp, and they glinted bitterly.

Though sardonic and quietly cutting by nature, fury brought a frightening coolness to his nature. Ballyhara stepped wordlessly toward the female who seemed to regard herself as the new lead of his home. Twin arrows shot into the mare in the form of earthy eyes turned charcoal as he silently demanded an explination for her presence.

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[> Confused, the Percheron stallion stepped up alongside the only familiar form. -- Daring Fate, 22:53:53 01/29/03 Wed [1]

Dark eyes took in the dramatic changes that had occurred in his home and made a note to ask Ballyhara about it later. For now, he would do his part and follow Bally's lead, and hopefully the details would fill in soon enough.


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[> Oh no... -- Nyssia and Zamnor, 17:00:40 02/01/03 Sat [1]

Nyssia, Zamnor fast at her side, joined Ballyhara swiftly as soon as she caught sight of him, her eyes wide as she glanced around the changed territory. What...? A reassuring nudge was passed along to the colt, her lips trembling as she hid them discreetly in his mane while she collected herself. When she looked up again, her eyes were fastened upon the mare who seemed to have brought all of this... destruction... to Evil Valley.

The colt took the carress well enough, but he was restless, his eyes shifting from one feature to another. Where was his father...? A hoof buried itself in the dry, dying soil as his eyes moved up to his mother's anxious face. "Mom?" He asked, a note of his own anxiety threading his voice.

The mare didn't even look at her son, only moved closer as if to shield him and protect him. "Shh, Zamnor, don't worry."

This response disturbed the black colt mightily, and he almost huddled at his mother's side, his gaze traveling to land on the only other present who he trusted. Why was Bally, Uncle Bally, here and not his father? Would Bally fix this?


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[> "Just as I thought," he growled to an unseen someone. -- Ballyhara, 16:41:53 02/02/03 Sun [1]

"To cowardly to face the music." He seemed completely unaware of the presence of his herdmates until Zamnor's quaking tones pierced his conciousness. How dare they shake the foundation of a young colt's life? Turning abruptly, he consulted with Nyssia, hoarse with restrained violence, "How do I do this, if she isn't responding? I never bothered to learn the rules."


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[> §- Death's Only Wish -§ -- Zaritza, 21:24:39 02/03/03 Mon [1]

§- I believe the usual thing to do is challenge. A snide smile lacing her lilting vocals, the femme fatale at last approached the members of the previous herd with an uncaring stride. Her proud crest raised, her gaze drifted towards the fearful colt with hardly a spark of interest or curiousity; traveling along the others gathered with the same lack of emotion for their pitiful state. She paused her steps, stirring the dust to glide around her feathered hocks. I wonder... where ever can your leader be? Unless you, she looked to Ballyhara with a mock show of disappointment, are he. -§


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[> "True Evil can explain himself. This has nothing to do with him." -- Ballyhara, 22:23:00 02/04/03 Tue [1]

Bally was never lacking in cynicism, and his sharp eyes could easily penetrate the arrogant mare's attempts at dominence. With a mocking smirk, he allows silence to pay its dues. When he did speak, the drawl that rang true was heavily laced with bitterness, "As you've been intelligent enough to overhear, I don't bother with rules unless their absolutely necesary. So I have a proposition for you. I want you out of Death Valley. Fight me, right here. If you lose, you leave. Permanently. There's no need to involve anyone else."


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[> §- Death's Only Wish -§ -- Zaritza, 07:43:56 02/05/03 Wed [1]

§- The silence merely gave her a chance to watch him with heartless gaze; dominance wasn't her game, following orders was. Ah... so eager. Very well, we shall fight here. The mare broke her extended observations easily and her eyes swept around the territory shrewdly until they again land on the stallion. Are you ready to begin? -§


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[> He made a gesture to still her actions and turned briefly to the mare and foal pair. -- Ballyhara, 21:22:15 02/05/03 Wed [1]

Strange, that he should feel so protective of the colt, after all these years in his emotional coma. Alas, no time to be annalistic; the show must go on. "Nyssia, take the baby away. Zamnor, be good for your mother." His voice was casual and indifferent, and full once more of its biting remarks. Bally could only spare a brief thought for the colt, scarcely enough time to toss a jibing remark that might incite indignance to overshadow his fear. When the stallion turned once more to face Zarzita, his earthy brown eyes were hard as steel, and his mouth went down violently at one corner, "After you."


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