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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 4:41 pm
"Whatever." She said, her words spoken softly. She was tired of this. His taunts, and his fighting. It was exhausting to say the least. The only thing she wanted to do was get OUT of here. Like she said before, it wasn't like she asked or wanted to encounter such a place and it's inhabitants.
Closing her eyes briefly for only a few moments to relieve the pain, She came to startling realization during that short period of time. Maybe it wasn't her choice, but coming to this place had revealed far more about herself. Things that she was better off never have knowing..
But all she knew now was that her whole body felt like it was about to collapse. Her vision was becoming distorted and Her stomach was churning in a unpleasant away. The wave of nausea that overcame her body and senses certainly didn't help in the least. But even in her condition, she found the strength to talk. "I see you've gotten tired of this game.." Her words were an obvious understatement, seeing as the stallion was already resorting to fighting.
But she didn't blame him. Her words would infuriate herself if she was in his position. "If you would cease such useless fighting, I'll leave this damn place." She snarled, her voice barely a whisper. Her body should be able to support herself for at least a bit longer.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 3:48 pm
He could see the blatantly obvious signs of wear and tear on the soquili as she made little effort to conceal the suffering she was enduring. Whether is was tangeable pain or the illness of the psychological games, it showed clear on the poor mare's features. Istaqa was barely finished his game but admitted in silent agreement with Eden than he was definitely prepared to end this. The skinwalker made a series of half-circles around the struggling soquili as she remained propped against the tree. His eyes remained locked on his prey but he seemed to be fighting some inner battle, as clear by the rapid changes in his expression. Like a creature conversing with itself, he frowned, sneered, grinned and shook his head hard. It seemed the stallion couldn't figure out what he intended to do with her. So many options, so many ways of ending it. It was no wonder he was battling the voices in his head for a clear answer.
Finally the skinwalker ceased his jittery movements and stood stiffly like a wildcat ready to pounce, but there was something unseen keeping his firmly grounded. A low growl arose from his throat that slowly but surely evolved into words. "Start running, mare. I willlllll give you a dozennn strides before I chase like a banshee. Very gennnerous, I know."
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