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Date Posted: 17:00:25 04/25/02 Thu
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's message, "»··· Big Girls Don’t Cry ···«" on 13:32:23 04/19/02 Fri
- Muscles having frozen immediatly upon sudden actions produced by mare, skull still lingers in the air, dangling, lips slightly parted in shock. Optics wide, unmasked for several nanoseconds, pure surprise and confusion dancing within the chocolate pools like rays of moonlight glittering upon a pond. Vision suddenly moves towards female, however muscles remain taught, body still rigid, unmoved. Noting her seemingly casual behavior, anger swells within masculine pride. How might she be allowed to startle him so and yet remain so calm? Might she even realize how closely she walked the border of death? So close in fact that she may have even surpassed the unviewable line. Shaking skull suddenly with pure hatred flowing throughout veins, brute regains his composure, unable to decide where his loathing was directed, however. Deciding it pointless, due to the fact that he was angered with the mare anyways, his actions are meant to lash out at the female. Hooves begin skittering against soil, yet are halted momentarily, plan developing within tactful mind. Attack whilst weak. Certainly she would be expecting the blow now, while she has purposefully turned her back towards Death. No, it should sneak upon her while she lies unattended. With such a thought in mind, brute begins moving in opposite direction, smug mask tainting over harsh, jagged features of adult bronc. Harsh whisper lashes outwards, as though meant as it's own scar creator. -
Peine forte et dure.
['Harsh and severe punishment' in French. Suddenly he's trilingual.]
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