Wontedly obdurate and callous nature transmogrifies, affording a calming aura to the scions. Mug lowers and expells warm wafts of air billowing from nostrils and over their petite corpus. Tis true, he saw how efficacious and adroit mind the young filly possesed, and how the tension troubled her. And low, how greatly restricted the vivacious, mettlesome colt was to be required to stay by sire's flank! But the wise brood knew that saftey could be found in paternal and maternal alike.

Orbs cast toward the not so distant horizon, gaguing the actions and tones in which the duo mares displayed. Unsure of the merit for this 'meeting', he held his distance . . . knowing he would be called upon if needed.

Sayyid Laheeb
+ + + Master of the Flame + + + Can You Tame the Flame? + + +

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> ºSpeaking of The Devilº -- Satan, 13:03:20 10/26/02 Sat (152.163.188.40)


Young steed stood boldly his attention quickly wandered from Follower to his mother and Dancer, he felt the argument as well as heard it through the own alert upright auds. How could he have been so foolish as to have not noticed his own mothers pregnancy. How could this have happened? His thoughts seemed to stream together now. When did it happen? How could it, he was with her constantly. How did Misery get so much as within ten feet of her? He shook forelock trying to drain the thoughts but they kept coming more than ever now. Why hadn't she told him? He felt the cruel words and slowly drifted away from the game, t'wards his now colapsed dam. He now completely forgot about the foolishness he had been playing with the filly and came to dam's side, How could Dancer blame his grand-sire's and her own sire's mistakes and sins pon dam? So many questions and so little to answer from, his mind struggled with the subject as he approached the quarl. He lowered cranium to Unruley to assist if possible though he could not see pain from emtions he was feeling her pain in his own ashen heart but yet felt his own confusion, why hadn't she told him?

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ~*~The Lies...They Come Swiftly~*~ -- Unruley, 13:25:34 10/26/02 Sat (152.163.188.40)


Fatales pain drifted though t'wasnt shown in facial expressions or emotions any that could feel her pain would have known. She continued to remain silent to sibiling and felt guilt of not speaking to own offspring of the matter but twas the first time she had come upon him after the rape was in the battle against Skajira and there was no time in it to speak of it. She slowly replaced the slender limbs beneth her, and arose her still slender bold being. Auds flickered forth to awaiting allies realizing they wouldn't have understood the matter. She felt her sons aid but required no help. She steadily made way for the pair awaiting her. Remaining calm restraining temper she spoke to the two, "I'll be returning to my terrian, Cendre d'Secrete I'd be glad if you came, for I havn't seen the three of you for quite awhile I'm sure you've had a long story scence then."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> +Flirting With Rage and Fire The She-Devil+ -- Black Follower, 10:37:30 11/10/02 Sun (66.76.242.237)

THe filly chases after her friend she was wondering what was wrong with him. Turning around quickly and looking behind her she squeals and calls out for Satan. A stallion from the goodie side was chasing her away from her closest friend Satan. She looked at the colt pleadingly hoping he might help her but the goodie stallion followed her glance and she quickly found herself deep in the forest with the silver stallion staring down at her. She tryed to get up bu couldn't she was tyed with ropes. She gave out one loud cry before falling back asleep. "Satan! Mischief! Daddy! Someone Help me!" then she fell back asleep dreaming of roses and her gaurdians telling her she must find a man to marry.

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[> -v- Bird of the Night -v- -- Nightingale, 09:06:27 10/27/02 Sun (205.188.209.75)

Dial toss'd, in an equine equivalent of a shrug. "No story here. And I thank you for the invitation, Unruley, but I wish to create one." Whirling, fatale sets off t'wards Zespri.

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[> [> ~*~The Lies...They Come Swiftly~*~ ºSpeaking of The Devilº -- Unruley & Satan, 11:53:22 10/27/02 Sun (64.12.96.169)


She was in wander of where her friend would go, perhaps she would find something more to this land, maybe also an alliance. Though the reunion between the two had been fairly short she had enjoyed it. Dished cranium arose watching her dissappear perhaps she could find something if she joined Nightingale, Cendre d'Secrete had lost it's everything with Crimpson Flames, t'was time she moved on. Deciding in mind to follow the friend she turned to her son trying to explane, " My son, I couldn't have told you for I had not time to see you scence the happening. Don't wander for all shall be fine it will just take time, besides thou will have a sibling now for the first time, perhaps you'll enjoy. For now I beleive we should move on, there's nothing left in cendre, I'll be following Nightingale, if you wish to come along your welcome, but I can see why if you wish to part."


Steed nodded knowing of his dam's reasons, she needed to move on from his father now, but he would cling to what he had for t'was all he had left of him, "I'll part with thee dam but you shall know of my dwellings I'll remain in father's terrian. I wish thou luck in your journey, bring back the new fawn when she is born, until then I send you my farewells."


Hellion understood and kept unemotional, but couldn't help but feel the loss of her offspring yet he would be so close he would seem so far away. She said nothing to her sibling still but turned mug into the air taking in the scent of Nightingales trail and would follow her now. Nothing was left for her anywhere else. On swift feet figure dissappeared amoungst the edge of the strong flowing river letting out a strong whicker for a farwell to her son.

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