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Date Posted: 19:55:10 09/07/01 Fri
Author: Tyramah
Subject: |+|+|

+The mounted party rides up, a cloud of dust behind them. Four wagons trail the party, one with six bunks and chests, one with a huge stock of supplies, another with two slaves riding in it, and the last and definately the largest has what seems to be a plush living area. At the head of the party rides a veiled young woman, looking to be about 17. A bejeweled gold necklace is worn about her throat, and gold bracelets hang upon her wrists and ankles, showing her station as a high-born, a rich sheikhs daughter. She pulls up a hand, and the party immediately halts. A tall, burly man gets off his sturdy mount to 'help' the woman off her showy little white mare. She rolls her sky-blue eyes at this, knowing very well she could get down on her own, but accepting it anyway with a genuine-looking smile. She stands on the ground, eyeing the snorting, gigantic jet-black stallion that pranced beside the wagon he was tied to. She looked at the sleek black panther that was resting peacefully on the top of her wagon, though she could have easily gone inside the wagon at any time. She sighed. Such thing always had to wait until the guards weren't watching. These men all thought her some delicate flower becuase of her beauty. She had light skin that had tanned and those odd blue eyes, along with a flowing wave of light blonde hair, complements of her half-Norse heritage. She always looked to be blushing, and her breasts where pushed up, making them look even bigger than they already where.+ Come, it's time to leave. Give the castle guards our information, and then we shall make way for Aswan, where you will leave me! +The guard that had helped her down sputtered.+ But, but, we can't. We ha- +She cut him off angrily+ Those are my orders! Don't disobey me. Father needs you more than I do, with the constant battles and all. Come, now, move! +The guard quiets his arguing. Tyramah was overly bossy for a woman, even one of her position and beauty. The small caravan continued on...+

Name- Tyramah "Tyra"
Age- 17
Gender- Female
Race- Arabian/English

Name- Sanae
Age- 3
Gender- Female
Species- Black Panther

Name- De'Val
Age- 6
Gender- Stallion
Species- Arabian Horse

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+ observance + -- Zesheya Delixha, 08:32:55 09/08/01 Sat
- |+|+| -- Tyra, 14:57:37 09/14/01 Fri