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Date Posted: 16:39:31 02/14/03 Fri
Author: Frozen Dreams
Subject: is that war i smell on the wind?
In reply to: True Evil 's message, "To my fellow inhabitants." on 19:44:31 02/12/03 Wed

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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