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Date Posted: 17:45:15 07/26/01 Thu
Author: Tempo
Author Host/IP: modem-209-23-96-66.syr.logical.net / 209.23.96.66
Subject: *..Defiant Glance..*
In reply to: King 's message, "~Stallion snorts at Opposing for the hand of Desert Sierra~" on 13:56:45 07/25/01 Wed

{~Is this to Crystal Arabia???~}

*whistling shrilly is irritance, lobes plaster back against thick skull & whites of optics are witnessed. He dodged easily the warning kick...but not before it knocked him roughly upon his shoulder. He squealed with rage - gnashing grinders chomping effortlessly through weightless air. Lean curvature snakes out towards opposing male & nips sharply at rounded barrel of his...ignorance of the other was rather annoying! Elbon nails rake across Earth's mantel sending aloft particles of sand to be carried upon the south wind. Defiantly & regally he stood, stance tall & proud...looking down upon the other with unearthly finesse. He was keen & knew not to fight just yet. Time would take its toll & bring their fate to judgement. He would not battle over she, his definite dream...his obsession, for she had not replied to him. She of whom would give her approval. He looked to his rival...noticing he did not care of this. If a mare was to choose her King, did she not want one that was suited to her liking? He snorted & tossed his brawny, finely-chiseled skull high...of course she did. Therefore, he was not going to waste his strength at this time over the futile threats from the other ; for he knew not of the Queen's thoughts*



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