<font color=maroon>.:.Labrums crease in hellish grin as locomotion tis sped toward fallen light, horn o' she borne low 'pon empire as wings propell she forth. Enamles bared she makes a lunge for vein o' life.:.</font> -- +Tranquility Valley+

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Date Posted: 15:43:33 07/01/02 Mon
Author: Dark Horizon
Subject: .:.Labrums crease in hellish grin as locomotion tis sped toward fallen light, horn o' she borne low 'pon empire as wings propell she forth. Enamles bared she makes a lunge for vein o' life.:.
In reply to: Blazing Glory 's message, "*Glory tries to move out of the way but isn't fast enough. The hooves hit her chest and she falls back, the hoove prints imprinted on her chest burning*" on 03:54:03 06/28/02 Fri

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*brings her hooves up and strikes out (while still being on the ground) She aims to kick the muzzle away* (NT) -- Blazing Glory, 09:30:38 07/02/02 Tue
- {I don't see how that is possible but ok} .::.Vixen squeals 'pon strike o' light, pistons shasha her to the left instantaniasly, sheer graze left 'pon mug. Diablos glow with fury as she circles the light one awaiting her next attack.::. (NT) -- Dark Horizon, 09:52:01 07/02/02 Tue
  - �Sahib notices Blazing Glory's battle with the evil, and slowly gets closer. He calls out to her, wondering if she needed assistance with the dark mare� -- Orion, 18:05:16 07/02/02 Tue
    - (its k just glad u came back in time!) *nickers weakly, needing Orion's help. She wanted to get up but if afraid she moved DH would attack her because of her vunerable postion* (NT) -- Glory, 13:17:02 07/03/02 Wed
      - .::.Vixen smirks as she charges once more horn o' she born low toward barrel o' she. Twas no time for the bronc to counter attack, distance was to close. Shrill cry 'mitted as distance closes.::. (NT) -- dark horizon, 13:51:51 07/03/02 Wed
        �Occuli catch the dark v'xen charge t'wards his friend, and his reflexes are quick. Vagabond charges into a gallop, extends his wings, and begins to lift of the ground. Tresses trail behind the steed as he shoots through the air like a bullet blasted from a hot rifle. He catches up to the mare, and thrusts out with powerful pistons, hoping to throw her off her balance� (NT) -- Orion, 20:06:58 07/03/02 Wed
        .::.Smirks as featherlight appendeges o' her own extend to lift she from the estate moments before contact o' beast. Thud tis heard as flints make contact once more with terre. Cranium tis shaken at his attempt to temper with her attack.::. I guess I'll just have to fight you as well now won't I? .::.Scar 'pon nymphs chest glows slightly at her fury, scream 'mitted as she circles the bronc, smug look creases visage as spheres grow smaller.::. (NT) -- Dark Horizon, 22:06:40 07/03/02 Wed
        �Feathered wings spread, making the stallion appear even bigger. He steps forward, slowly raising his cranium as he walks� I suggest you leave now, foolish evil. Your herd has left, you are the only one still here. �With the last word spoken, he turns his back on the vix� --->>> -- Orion, 18:40:38 07/05/02 Fri
        .::.Harsh snort tis 'mitted through papers, flint strikes ground as shrill scream tis 'mitted in fury. Horn o' she glows crimson as a charge tis made at retreating mascu, wings pump jezebel forth horn borne low in hopes o' contact.::. -- Dark Horizon, 22:12:09 07/05/02 Fri

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