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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 6:47 am
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The basket had to die. It had kept Vexation captive for far, far too long. She hated it with a passion that alluded to her parentage. Her father was, after all, the Sin of Wrath. For now, though, she didn't know that. It wasn't important. All she knew was that daddy made these noises, and they sounded appropriate to the situation. "#@&%!" she swore, kicking and tearing at the evil, evil thing. She knew it was out to get her. Why else would it have kept her caged so long? Nothing else could explain such an action. "You @%ing #*#$, DIE NOW!" She pounced it, tearing into the material with her teeth and horns. The &%$#@!* needed to kick it. And she'd find a way. Oh yes, she would find a way.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 6:56 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:04 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:11 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:19 am
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Alright, that was not okay. Vexation did not in the least like being called funny looking. "You're the one that's @#$&ed up, with your pathetic single horn, and no wings. And your tail's all wrong, too. You shouldn't #@*in;g say #$*@ like that." It was messed up. And she knew that she was perfect. Just like mom and dad. They had horns kind of like hers, and wings and a tail just like hers. She'd seen them. This colt was strange, because his sibling wasn't like him. Hers were. There were slight variations between them, but she could see that they came from their parents. "My parents have wings and #*$@ just like mine," she said in a petulant tone, shoving the little unicorn away. What an @#$. "The basket kept me prisoner. It is @*#&ed up, too."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:28 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:38 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:49 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 7:56 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:03 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:09 am
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Oh, that did it. She was going to show the little $%@* that she meant business. Lowering her head, she charged at the colt, aiming her horns for his shoulder. "MY FAMILY IS NOT ODD, you're the odd one, you @#*$!" Yes, she had a temper. So what? Didn't everybody? "I'm not #*$^ing silly. #*@& you." Man, he just wouldn't learn, would he? Maybe if she got him good he'd shut up. She hated hearing those #*@in;g things about her family. "I don't #@*&ing need any #&$@ed up help, #*$&@." She was just the way she should be, and she knew it. Flaring her wings angrily, she beat them rapidly, hoping to drive the annoyance away.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:12 am
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The look of her charging at him made him move away but he didn't want to run that would be boring, so instead he ran around her, trying to avoid her horns and wings, chanting,
"Silly, silly, silly, silly."
He wouldn't lean, in fact he found this to be a rather interesting sort of game with a silly looking filly. Though she did look a little scary, she was wrong so she couldn't hurt him and he had a horn too!
In fact, stupid it was but he stopped and turned to face her, his head down waiting for her to charge him, he could hurt her too!
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:23 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 8:27 am
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