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Date Posted: 15:38:18 05/17/02 Fri
Author: Skajira
Author Host/IP: 217.35.0.82
Subject: -*-Captive-*-

-*-Again the panther-shaped steed pads in, this time with an unharmed unicorn filly carried in his jaws. Placing her brusquely down, he returns to the bay stallion form, nudging her. Thou'rt mine now. Naamah is thy superior, and I am thy master, Silverblood.-*-

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[> What Have We Here? -- Naamah, 18:39:19 05/17/02 Fri (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head…
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

Devilish glint passes through auburn optics as brute arrives after her own appearance, alluring simper directed toward the shape shifter. As if the creature before her was nothing, no threat, slinking gait brings spirit to the masculine, dial butting against shoulder. A low, soft rasp of the vocal cords is given, keenness for the patriarch apparent. Annexes lift and extend over structure, allowing silken, ebony pelt to massage against his own, dual coats meshing momentarily before hellion breaks contact. Ginger lanterns confer brute an enticing “once over“ before turning stare upon the youngling which male has provided, dial cocking vaguely.

..You capture a child?..

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn’t You?..


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[> Chique -- Lytishia, 19:43:42 05/17/02 Fri (205.188.193.26)


How abnoxious.

She retorts, before wandering over to a particularly nice looking patch of grass.


[Don't mind her utter silliness, she's a little naive]


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[> -*-Aye-*- -- Skajira, 06:39:47 05/18/02 Sat (217.35.0.82)

-*-Returning to the more 'comfortable' feline disposition, he seats himself sphynx-like. Aye, anything to damage the Silverbloods and their precious lines. Brief yellow glance is given to latest captive. She shall not be harmed.-*-


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[> [> What's the matter with you? -- Lytishia, 06:55:42 05/19/02 Sun (205.188.197.164)


She cocks her head at her fellow silverblood, nipping her neck, asserting dominance. She would not be the bottom of this herd.

What's the matter with you?

She states clearly, her own lavender eyes staring intently.


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[> [> [> Try Again -- Naamah, 10:09:28 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head…
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

Loud, threatening yowl arises from larynx as the elder silver attempts to assert dominance, structure being placed between the pair. With a hiss, fangs are sunk within the hellion‘s flesh, drawing a light trickle of platinum blood.

..Keep way, fool, this imp has more purpose than you ever will..

As favoritism is shown, a soft nudge is given to the youngling, as well as a soft purr before moving on to deal with the rouge who has come to call

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn’t You?..


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[> [> [> [> Whiney -- Lytishia, 11:22:05 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)


Hey, that hurt.

She trots over to Skajira.

Tell her to be nice.


*Snuffs* Don't be too mean Naamah :]


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[> [> [> [> [> It was not meant to feel good -- Naamah, 12:14:42 05/19/02 Sun (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head…
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

A cold, silencing glare is sent toward the femme, a low hiss arising from throat.

..Skajira is my lord, not my nanny. I shall do as I please, and if you do not care for my actions, deal with them yourself..


..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn’t You?..

(*sheepish grin* Sowwie)


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[> [> [> [> [> [> *grin* It's ok, I'm sure it's just her. *Jerks thumb at Naamah* -- Megan, 13:13:17 05/19/02 Sun (64.12.104.171)


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[> ~*confusion*~ -- River Heart, 18:42:31 05/18/02 Sat (205.188.193.173)

Silverblood femme stumbled into standing posistion. Her eyes flsh wildly as she glances from one to the other. Then anger sets in, ignoring pain in her back she stands firm. "Why was i brought here." Her violet eyes flash amathyst fire.


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[> [> -*-Smile-*- -- Skajira, 13:26:37 05/19/02 Sun (217.35.0.82)

-*-Standing 'twixt young Silverblood femme and th'intruding masculine, he purrs an amused response. You are part of my plan, dearest. I seek to ruin the Silverbloods gradually, cause them all possible harm. But you, no, you will not be hurt. I merely seek to claim Silverblood fatales to bear me Blackblood foals... and kill as many Silver steeds as I possibly can.

Sitting, he rests sphynx-like beside his charge. Now, you are but a filly, are you not? Do not worry. Ye will be safe here, in my care. My designs may not please you but I'm afraid it's not your choice.-*-


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[> [> [> ::glare:: -- River Heart, 13:05:49 05/20/02 Mon (205.188.193.179)

"What have you against Silverbloods? It is the blacks that are wrong." Her eyes flash as she glares at him.


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[> [> [> [> Hush Little Baby… -- Naamah, 14:21:16 05/20/02 Mon (198.172.113.37)

..Ever Hear That Little Voice Inside Your Head…
..Telling You To Be Naughty?..

A low growl arises in larynx, ginger hued optics moving toward the youngling.

..Black bloods that are wrong?..

A cruel sneer crosses parched labrum, heated rage masked with amusement. Dangerous fem slinks toward the youngling, countenance forced into that of a placid smirk.

..My dear youth, you should watch your tongue..

Bod wraps around the youth, dangerous glare trained upon the young imp‘s features.

..Keep your tongue and your wits to yourself, for, even though you posses the great favor of youth…belittling the dark bloods in their presence is not wise. We be vengeful, spiteful, merciless, when it comes to the correct juncture..

Now only a challenging smile dons features, a daring purr arising.

..And I should terribly hate for that pretty face of yours to not be quite so white…understood?..

..You Thought It Was Just All In Your Head, Didn’t You?..




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[> [> [> [> Don't be silly -- Lytishia, 18:38:12 05/20/02 Mon (205.188.195.41)


She whickers softly to the filly.

Don't be silly, m'dear, please be rash. Blackbloods are not wrong. I too am a Silverblood, though my only purpose here is to produce foals, I'm sure I will find my calling eventually like Skajira was called to his cause. Do not be afraid, because you are very very safe.

Her silken tresses brush the filly as a genlty nuzzle is given to the preturbed filly.


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[> [> [> [> [> smirks -- River Heart, 13:24:16 05/21/02 Tue (205.188.193.154)

A ghost of a smirk crosses her features. "Understood." she said softly. Her gaze shifts towards the other Silverblood. She smiles. Then her gaze becomes far off. Blackbloods were wrong, always would be as far as she was concerned. She steps away slightly and canters breifly around the land. Not for ecscape but curiosity. As she runs, her white tail banners behind her, much like that of the Redblood Arabian.


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[> -*-Perhaps, Perhaps-*- -- Skajira, 08:00:49 05/22/02 Wed (217.35.0.82)

-*-'Chuckle' is lightly whuffed. My dear, who precisely decides what's right and what is wrong? Certainly I may be wrong, but I do not think I am, just as you believe yourself to be right.

Friendly touch is given to youth. And what does it matter to you which of us is right or wrong? You will leave here in peace, in happiness, and grow up in the lushest land in all of Creoto. What is wrong with that?-*-


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[> [> freedom,is what's wrong -- River Heart, 14:24:28 05/22/02 Wed (205.188.193.179)

"I'll tell you what's wrong with that. No freedom. Even you can't think of a substitute for that."She says. "Yes this is a wonderful place, don't get me wrong, but freedom, true freedom is what's missing."


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