[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

What an amazing story of overcoming the obstacles that life can bestow on a person.

Thanks for the link Pimp.

'Tis indeed an amazing story of Human Triumph.
Ms. Guilmond is truly a interesting creature as well as being a most beautiful soul.
She had been meet in passing and always shows much kindness to those whom to display it to her. She doth speak of herself oft but this is no true fault for such a lovely person.

I's am glad that she is achieve her goals and making progresses beyond all others.

Peace
The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

So, at the tender age of Fourteen She began Her apprenticeship to August of The Miner’s Eyes, the Singing Man as he was know around Ballacreous. She was indentured as Miner’s aid, taken away from the other women of the Prison Camp and chained like Her Master and his fellows. She was made to shift rocks and carts under the whips of the Livies. They all expected Her to fail, fall and die within a week of this work but instead it made Her strong. After a month, the Overseers found Her to be as strong as any of the young men in the Mines and Her muscles and strength continued to grow, feed by the encouragement of August and the stolen food that Aegine provided for Her every few days. She did question why She had gotten stronger where all others had gotten weaker but all August would say is that ‘it was all within her blood’ and that ‘she was marked to be so from her Birth’.
She also grew strong from the secret training that August did give her in the style that he referred to as Pa’wrathe’sa -the Fighting Art of the Slaves. He spoke of it in reverence. Telling Her of how his Master and his Master’s Master, all the way back to the when the outlying tribes had been enslaved by the First Omperia Conquerors and forced to serve this Heartless wills. He spoke of how the tribes fought against the Omperium and against each other, for their tribal disputes had not been settled when they had been conquered and stilled simmered in the slavepits. He spoke the tale of the Four Noble Warriors, the Qua Maetres, who banded together and taught each other their different fighting arts, fusing them into the Art of Pa’wrathe’sa and seeding the art amongst the slaves so they could overthrow their Omperia Overlords and return to their native lands. Though such noble dreams were never to come to bloom, as the slaves began to use the Art against each other as well as the Overseers, thus leading to the oppression and gradual, systematic destruction of the Art. So it past into Darkness and came to be practised by only one tribe, those repressed by all and everyone throughout their troubled history. August also said how few outside that tribe knew the art and even fewer were it’s masters.
He had shown Her how to fight when your hands are chained no more than a shoulder’s width apart and use your feet in place of your fists. How to pin and choke your opponent with either your chains or their own. How to move within confined spaces and battle without drawing the attentions of the Warders and Overseers. How to become stronger and use that strength in and against all things. How to read what your opponent would do and how they would fight and react. How to train Her body so She would become unconquerable. These are what She was taught in every waking hour.
She had learnt Her lessons well. Listening to and doing everything that August did tell Her. No matter how hard it might have seemed to Her, she always complied and the years made Her stronger where all others had grown weak and died. Her lessons, Her will and Her friendship with Aegine and August helped her to survive those wretched years. She would always remember the words August had bespoken to Her, everyday for four years.
‘Make your Body as strong as Rock, as mighty as Iron, as subtle Reed, as yielding as Cloth so none can conquer your Flesh.’
‘Make your Mind quick as Lightning, Fierce as Fire, flow as if Water, as empty as the Deepest Pit of Earth.’
‘Make Soul impervious to harm, keep it within yourself, show it to none that may use it against you, share it with those whom you trust and whom it bespeaks of.’
These were the three pillars of Her existence that propped Her up against all else. Her Island in a Sea of Woe. Along with the Three Virtues of Pa’wrathe’sa: Know Yourself, Know Your Enemy, Know the Universe. ‘Master all these and you shall never know defeat’ was the credo that August did preach and the Code with which She did live by and helped her survive.
She also had to contend with the other workers at Ballacreous, especially the Younger Miners, who always wished to prove themselves in combat and secure their reputation amongst the other slaves. When this occurred, more often than not, August would always say unto Her: “Become as Stone, wrap your Soul within yourself and let nothing touch you inside”. So, She learnt to close Herself off and not allow anything to touch Her Heart or Her Soul, besides those She kept closest to Her.
They were the internal secrets of Her Fighting Art and though one may mimic its external forms, few can master its internal complexities.

So that is what Catena wondered now as she saw Ulva sway in the same stance that she held: whether he merely mimicked her form and whether he actually knew the Internal Secrets of her art.
She would give him no chance to tell and pressed in against him to test his might and mettle. She knew she had to use the most difficult and advanced techniques that Pa’wrathe’sa had within it’s vast and impressive arsenal in order to best him. Attacking with both hands at once. Chokes and holds. Using her strong arms to help propel powerful legs faster than her opponent might.
She struck at Ulva with both palms and he swayed out of the way, as she predicted he would. She then tried to follow through and seize him by his throat or shoulders, but he casually cast her aside with a deflection of the arms. Catena then span herself, planting both hands on the ground and throwing both her legs in a swift swinging kick at Ulva’s nobbled knees. As she expected, his body followed the motion of her attack and he cartwheeled over her legs, holding his hands close together in standard Pa’wrathe’sa form, as if they had been lashed to each other. Catena swiftly stood and aimed her head at his emaciated stomach but he countered yet again by bringing both his knees up towards her face. She twisted away from his attack and slipped her thick arm in around his tiny wait, hoping to throw him back to the ground. She contorted around with her momentum and held Ulva above her now, aiming to smash him into the Arena floor but he carried her momentum over and squirmed out of her grasp, flipping back as Catena continued to sail through the air. Ulva landed back in his Spider Stance whilst Catena cartwheeled and landed in her basic ready stance.
All to the awed silence of the crowd up above.
“Ne. . . Never in a. . . all mer. . . my years. . . have I every witnessed anything such as this,” the Arena Master stumbled, all former confidence stripped from his voice.
And through the silence that followed, Catena could hear the shrill titter of her Keeper, the Matriss Acheron. She looked up to she here, laughing, flirting and taunting her constant rival and sometime love, the Prince Calablame, across the Arena. Her thick black locks, cut level around her neck, shaking about her shoulders with each projected jest and tease. The Matriss was a follower of Hedonia -Goddess of Earthly Excesses- and this showed through every aspect of her existence. Her clothing and adornments were gaudy and garish, the forest green of her outer robe clashing wildly with the peach of her revealed undershirt. Her eyes -dark green by nature- were lined with thick, layered greens and blues and eyebrows were bejewelled by emeralds and sapphires. It was impossible to tell her age, for she had a radiance of careless youth about her, and she indulged ever whim that she had. Catena was proof enough of that. She had not so much as rescued her from Ballacreous but purchased her to be slave and trophy.

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Hey fellas I cant view the clips I dont get a picture what should I do?

If you mean the Yahoo! code picture, all you have to do is reload your page and it should appear.
If you are already a member and cannot view the contents because you receive a message about download limits, you must wait until later (usually the next day) when the limits have been reset.
If you could explain your problem a little better, then we may be able to help you more.

And Alisa: I's am yet to join the group but I's have forwarded the link on to some friends who are interested in such a site (mainly mothers trying to get fit again after child birth).
Best of luck with your progress.

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The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

A most wonderful work, dear Rescator. A truly fantastic thing to return to.
Many thanks for the posting and for the work.
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The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

The video is very much real.
Proceed to http://www.amg-lite.com/colette_guimond/ to see more evidence and read an explanation of Ms. Guilmond's growth.
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The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Most excellent, dear Higalack, most excellent indeed.
My's only commentary is it appears as though she does not have a nose, which does remove some of the simatary from her face.
But still, not enough to ruin the over all greatness of the work.
Kudos to you.
Peace
The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

That image has been circulated around the Cyber Space Realms for sometime now.
I's have received it at least 7 times in e-mails in the last few months alone.
Still, 'tis a very creative and amusing work.
Kudos to it's mysterious creator.
Peace
The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

There does seem to be great delays in the e-mail system.
I's received notification about an Private Message 2 days after I's received the Message on the site and the e-mails informing of other Private Messages are yet to arrive in my's Mailbox.
Is anyone else having such issues?
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The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Most wonderful, dear Marcez. Excelletn work on their expressions and proportions.
'Tis a pity that no such compotitions or compedators exist in real life.
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The Pimp NeonBlack

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

The_Pimp_NeonBlack, sorry I couldn't answer properly your question, but I didn't want to spoil the end and the vision Julia revels of the future. In her time, if a man appears and have powers, certainly it will be great. I can't deny that the rest of the men will be envious of him, because all women will like to be with that man (Imagine how powerful the baby of that union can result)

So, to proper answer your question, yes. He will be accepted.

All is well, dear Max. Abigail is most satisfied with both your answer and your story.
Thank you for both.
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