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Post by Steph2010 on May 6, 2006 19:14:42 GMT -5
"im not the pathetic one!"
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Post by Demon on May 7, 2006 6:02:24 GMT -5
Torturous song wrang the air once again.
I beg to differ but ye would not understand
'e cackled with slight laughter.
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Post by Steph2010 on May 7, 2006 8:29:12 GMT -5
"this horse just wants attention, all just ignore him and he will go away"he turned around
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Post by Demon on May 7, 2006 11:11:39 GMT -5
Are you sure i'm the one wanting attention, or is someone trying to be Mr. Hero for the attention you decide
His intelligent lyrics wrang out across the stoney platue
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Post by Steph2010 on May 7, 2006 11:18:32 GMT -5
"i am jut trying to protect these whom you are bothering."
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Post by Demon on May 7, 2006 11:32:33 GMT -5
i did not start anything theystarted talking to me, so as usual i replied.
He replied 'as if' the stag was stupid.
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Post by Steph2010 on May 7, 2006 11:33:56 GMT -5
"well then, be on your way, they have no more requets of you."
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Post by Demon on May 7, 2006 11:36:48 GMT -5
What if i wish to stay here, i will not be sent off by you
He replied sharply, his tongue snapped back at teh disaprooving stag.
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Post by xanadu on May 8, 2006 7:05:52 GMT -5
"he is bothering no one" Bayfire said firmly.
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Post by Demon on May 8, 2006 7:12:52 GMT -5
Oh really?
He respired the answer, darq pelt rippled with muscle
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Post by xanadu on May 8, 2006 7:26:20 GMT -5
occ:he was saying to Ace,Demon isn't bothering anyone
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Post by Steph2010 on May 8, 2006 14:54:30 GMT -5
ace stared at the intruding stallion
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Post by horseluva on May 8, 2006 16:39:36 GMT -5
Gereanamo trotted away from the bunch. He had to hand it to Demon, he was strong through and through, and he always found ways to turn remarks into jokes. He rolled his eyes, though that Ace was kinda a pschoypath. He was so sure that Demon was out to get them and the mares.
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Post by Demon on May 9, 2006 1:17:56 GMT -5
((THANKIES!!!))
Demon's hues flickered in teh direction of Geronamo, the wise leader. His black tresses slipped over 'is magestic shoulders, his bodice rippled with strength. His hues flickered around teh group, 'e was never the first to say anything.......
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Post by Steph2010 on May 9, 2006 15:30:22 GMT -5
Geronamo knew nothing.
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