| Subject: Re: YOU IDIOT how could u be soo inconsiderate that filly deserves way better than YOU!! |
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Date Posted: 10:48:54 06/09/01 Sat
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freedom
's message, "YOU IDIOT how could u be soo inconsiderate that filly deserves way better than YOU!!" on 10:44:03 06/09/01 Sat
reluctantly he whispers "she loves you ". heck ya. she dows deserve someone a lot better that YOU =whip-like structure snaps dutifully 'pon mudded flanks, ashen nails drawn fourth at quick demand. duplicated
auditives swing fourth and back at alert attention, as if a soldier on eternal guard, always ready, always
braced, always prepared. chin and jaw are tucked safely within ashen chest, whiskers poking curiously into his
pelt, without harm. nostrils dilate and contract evenly, and without labor. the full grown stud is well aware that
he will be exhausted by the end of the fight, survival is not even assured. but he will wait it out, deciding at
the very end whether this grassy plain is worth his last breath. he refuses to flaunt his qualities, he'd rather be
treated as a fool, and catch the stallion offguard than anything else. loping forth, entire stature is rocked
forward then back by the powerful strength of his hinds. brackish incisors emerge from 'neath upper lip, which
curls to get a better grasp of the opposing's scent. finally satisfied with the brief greeting, the ashen bronc
circles the other, the circles growing tighter and tighter with each round. incisors tap, optics narrowed to a
bloodthirsty glare, never-before-seen fury built up within his gaze. leaping forth without warning, vibrant
incisors clash upon the opposing's neck, drawing back before retaliation can be made. head is thrown savagely
aside, nostrils flaring now, more with determination then effort. entire figure is thrown into the other's, his
attempt is to foolishly unbalance him, this is the young stallion's first battle, and it will not be fought with
perfection, but he is obviously younger and nimbler then the elder. travlers swagger, as if paddling, nimble,
quick, and thrown wide with each stride to gain more balance. sharp kick is thrown into the stud's stifle,
skitting away before anything can be done in a way of revenge. head is thrown skyward, angled bones clicking
in obvious rage. weight is put on hind feet, raised into a half rear for long enough for ashen nails to collide in a
stampede of violence 'pon the stallion's face. although vitals are protected, the stud manages to lash furiously
at the unprotected 'facial nerve'. thus will cause instant dizzyness, and cannot be simply 'shaken off' as many
others seem to think. it will cause additional cluminess, and cause the victim to go easily unbalanced, to the
ashen's advantage. the nerve that was struck will cause the opposing's hoof-eye corrdination to be a tad off,
but it all serves advantage for the pasty. nothing fatal, nothing eternal, merely a simply injury to outlast the
fight, it'll clear up in a few days, maybe a week. tangled locks fall dramatically o'er well-built neck, cascading
o'er ivory pelt in bitter silence. 'scuttling' aside, the bronc awaits revenge, his next move already
premeditated.= -watcheds freedom trot to the solitude board, and creeps slowly behind him, not wanting them to see him-
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