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.Riddle Me this. .Riddle me that. .Who's afraid. .Of my colors. .Red and. .Black. .†Death is my Best Friend†. .†.Essence of Death.†. [.Wench meaders forth for quite a ruckus has been made. Once figures come into view over the ridge, little ones are seen. What was this? Youth in the harem of Painting of Black.. by a government mare no less. Well blow me over with a feather. Thoughts kept to self for now. This was the one who we had toyed with so much in the beginning and yet here she stands, respected and bearing youth to male. My what a way she has come. Due to her own absences wench hath not the pleasure of aquainting herself with the Darkest of all Dragons, along with others who intrigued her, Styx among them.. silly girl.. although swiping her life with death.. that took courage and this intrigued femme greatly.. but back to the matter at hand. The youths and mare. Approach is taken but distance is kept. Mothers were protective.. hell she was with her first. Bob of dial given. Once over of youths Strong and sturdy the first.. very arrogant and seemingly loving it. Bitch liked this one. Yet the second was slightly hesitant and kind of didn't like living it seemed. Her attention wandered and she wasn't quite as aggressive as the older. More submissive you could say. The strong and silent type. Strong pair of foals. How would masculine recieve them?.] .Well. .Aren't they a strong pair. .Congrats Dark Dragon. .Painting of Black. .They shall be fabulous warriors. .When they come of age. | |||