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Date Posted: 15:52:15 12/17/01 Mon
Author: The Martyr's Sacrifice
Author Host/IP: 92-133.everestkc.net / 64.126.92.133
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**The hot breath of the vivid chestnut mare rushes as her careful scrutiny is given to each entry. Small and dainty, her gaze of steady pride bears no room to resist her domination. If today was the judgement day, where would you fall in the eyes of the Omega's mind? From behind the churning embers of a hearth of amber, she rests lightly upon her hocks, her bright gaze dancing from one figure to the next.**

Firey Challenge. She looks on with a slight frown, studying the solid chestnut with a practiced eye and cynical heart. No grudges are held, but apprehension reeks in her mind of the mare's brief but true insanity, and personality changes. This one, she continues to watch with a thoughtful eye.

Essence of Death. Her deep eyes brighten with interest as she surverys the sturdy black. Essence, she was impressed with, and held high in her regard and respect. With a bold whicker, her praise is lavished upon the mighty Friesian.

Wrath. Wrath too was a mare that pleased her, and in her eyes was a very valuable pawn in the game of warfare. A slow smile plays across the lips of the Martyr, and with a short call she casts her praise upon this mare too.

Chaos of Midnight. Her burning eyes blaze fierce, and she regards Chaos critically. This mare, foreign to her, she knows not enough to pass her judgement.

Original Sin. She rocks upon her haunches, her steady gaze rests gently on this femme before passing to the next; Like Chaos, the Martyr knew naught of her.

Death Chant. Another she does not know, her passive gaze lingers upon this mare. A wild menagerie of promises burst from the pyre within her mind, and she nods, this was one she favored.

*****Continued*******


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