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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/manip2copy-1-1.jpg); width: 100x; height: 150px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Dyzzie/Aedaen [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 1400 [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] sholy crap, I haven't typed up something like this since Oblivious first open o.o. anyway, this table will do until I can get a proper one XD[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]Everything hurt. She felt like one huge, horrible bruise. Each pounding step sent white hot pain shooting up her legs and fire licking down her spine. Her legs quivered, barely able to support her lithe body anymore. Her head pounded with exhaustion and her eye sight had long ago become tunnel vision. She has vision but no sight, no recognition as the terrain changed. Run, her body screamed. Run, run, run. It didn't have any other objective except to keep her moving straight. It didn't matter what was in her way, her body would find a way to somehow get over or through it. Her lungs burned with each breath; her chest was so unbelievably tight. No doubt the damn bastard had broken a rib or two instead of bruised them. Wind whistled into her flared nostrils, causing her eyes to water as the cracked skin singed with pain and blood dribbled down, coating her lips and tongue. Run. Run. Run. They had come like thieves in the night. She should have sensed them, she'd been on alert. But they must have been tracking her for months, carefully planning the ambush. The winter had been hard and cold and she'd migrated to Geyser Steppe for the welcome heat and company of those passing through. She'd only had two more days there before she was to move on. She hadn't known her freedom was at its end until the familiar body, the one who'd give his sperm to create her, swooped out of the steam. He was upon her like rabid, starving wolves on a carcass. His hooves ground in her sides, his teeth snapping dangerously close to her throat but tangled in her hair. Her scalp screamed with agony as the white strands gave way and her attacker continued to uproot her mane from her neck in a useless attempt to find her throat. She knew the technique, find the windpipe and close off air until she passed out. It had happened before. And the memory of her eyes growing dark back then set her off. Run. Too close. Closing in. She remembered hearing the snapping of bone as his hooves smashed into her barrel again. She remembered her training kicking in and bringing her sharpened hind hooves up, slashing at his unprotected soft underbelly, over and over, in tandem with his pounding hooves against her side. The last thing she felt when her mind slipped was the giving of flesh and hot blood coating her hind legs. She hoped he was lying there gutted like the pig he was. She'd come back to her mind when she was running, dimly aware that something was telling her she could not face the foe at her back. Her mind slipping away had drained her and her agonizing sides reminded her that she was in no shape to face her final would be killer. So the chase began. She'd been built to last for days, but that was at steady pace, meant for tracking, not fleeing. She had been bred for the perfect balance of traits, but her pursuer was built for the chase. Run. Run. Run. Her neck was drying and body growing hot. Her body had been pushed so far and hard that she no longer had enough water to spare towards the sweat that had been cooling her body. Soon it would end. Soon he would catch her, he was no longer tracking, now he was hunting and chasing, closing in. Soon her body would fail and she'd fall. She prayed silently to the gods that had forsaken her dark soul that it would be a quick end. Maybe a broken neck. That way she would not have to feel: feel her skin tear, her blood fall, her throat burn with her screams, her bones creak and crack beneath him, feel the fragile threads holding her mind together unravel. Or maybe he would catch her. Drag her back to be beaten. Again. Over and over. Never stopping. A life time of pain. No. Not again. Never again. Giving one last push, the mare leaped over the fallen log in front of her, barely registering that the forest had cleared and that the log was not in fact a log, but a small ledge and beyond that ledge was water. Her hooves never touched solid ground again. She fell through the air, silver eyes closed. This was it, she'd run head long into a cliff. It would end soon. The impact of her body hitting the water produced a struggling cry from her lungs which quickly filled with scalding hot fluid. She was aware of a whole new pain and in a flash struggled to the surface of what she finally realized was water. The heat burned her skin and she staggered out of the liquid to the shore, her legs no longer wanting to support her. She crashed several times in the shallows, giving a cry each time as water closed over her back. Finally she was out of the water and as she coughed, blood and mucus and burning water smearing her muzzle and the pebbled shore, she glanced up at the ledge where she'd blindly jumped. The white face stared, ice eyes cold. Dear God. He had come. Himself. He was done playing. The mare stood frozen staring up at the stallion of her nightmares. He nodded his head and sent one final lacky after her. She had maybe 5 minutes to get away, Servaas wouldn't risk his only underling by throwing him over the cliff. He'd send him around. The mare, filly in all appearance with her gangly legs and thin body, scrambling for footing before bolting off, stormy eyes wide with terror and muzzle smeared with blood. It was a macabre sight. She raced along the beach, heaving, her breath rattling. Run. Run. Run Then she found it. A little slip of land out of sight from her pursuers. Her smell had been wiped clean by the sulfuric water and she wasted no time rushing head long down the strip of land. She scrambled ashore on the island and was suddenly hit with a scent she knew well. This land had been claimed. Shit. She looked over her shoulder, blood dripping from her cracked nostrils to coat her golden shoulders. She saw a figure in the distance watching her, large and the very thing responsible for her night terrors. All he did was watch for a short period before disappearing into the forest. But his lackey was quickly traveling the strip of land in pursuit. Her senses suddenly kicked back in, warning her of a new danger. She knew what she looked like right now. Bruised, terrified, bleeding. Her mane, once long and beautiful, was ripped to shreds. She drew her body in, assuming the posture of a young filly grown to quickly and not yet knowing her own body. It wasn't hard, her legs screamed with pain and her knees kept buckling. Her legs quivered and she knew she could not run no more. Her joints ached like a horse 15 years her senior. Fight. Instincts took over. She staggered past the looming gate and her skin crawled, knowing she was being watched. "H-HELP! Please! Don't let him-!" her voice cracked. She didn't need to pretend to be terrified. She was feeling it as much as the pain coursing through her body. Her ears pinned as she heard hooves on pebbles; her pursuer had landed. She turned to face him. She'd sure as hell rip his eyes out first before she went down without a fight. He leaped forward and her exhausted body couldn't dodge. His teeth sunk into her withers and even more pain raced down her spine as he bit hard enough to break skin and draw blood. The stallion's body tensed, ready to throw her to the ground. But the filly's silver eyes glowed with fire as her teeth grabbed her object of interest. Blood not her own dribbled past her lips as she clamped down on his ear. The stallion threw her to rocky ground but his ear went with her. The filly squealed as she crashed to the ground, the pain from her ribs causing stars to appear in her sight. The stallion screamed his rage, leaping forth. He was met with a hoof to the face, the kick not at all gentle. He staggered back, dazed. The filly ground her teeth as she struggled to her knees, her breath wheezing. [/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] [STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #CFA6A1; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: #CFA6A1 1px dashed;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND (★)[/style] [STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◣[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-right: -3px;]◢[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=height,688,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/jsewld.png,true] Something was wrong. He could almost feel the way the land responded to what ever was off, coiling away from the offending thing, or things. A deep, guttural roar furthered the truth. Even the beasts of this world away from time felt the need to announce their displeasure at the disturbance. The mists swirled in a chaotic form, and that's when he realized why it felt weird . . . Because the land wanted him to go the other way - towards the offender. It wanted him there. He turned slowly, the mist swirling around his large crimson and ivory tainted form. It surged him forward, as a voice cracked out, high in fear, H-HELP! Please! Don't let him-! The voice died out and he heard something hit the ground moments before he broke through the tree line to see a young female on the ground, spitting out an ear she'd torn from her attack before kicking him quite solidly against the attacking male. A trespassing Male. On his land. His eyes narrowed, his ears pinned and he burst forward, cutting between the downed female struggling to her knees, his gaze on the stallion, "How about you pick on someone your own size, bud?" The King chortled cruelly, a wicked grin in his eyes as he held his seventeen hand form tall, powerful, and unwavering. A loud caw echoed over head, and he didn't have to glance up to know it was the featherless winged freak-creature-thing that had attacked himself to Áed, "Neither those of my land, nor myself like to see a femme under attack, especially with in my land, buster. So how about you run back to daddy. Step foot on this terrain again and . . . My featherless friend will be happy to eat you alive.

[/color]" The stallion said, his voice low and promising as the large pterodactyl landed just behind him, feathers held slightly aloft, beak long and full of jagged teeth, razor claws grasping the ground and shifting it. "As you can see, he's not the beast to mess with,[/color]" Áedán added with a sneer as the large bird-like amphibian eyed the other stallion, standing nearly as tall as Áedán himself.

The creature cawed again as Áedán turned, moving towards what appeared to be a youthful filly, nudging her up to her feet, eyes looking over her wounds. What had caused anyone to hurt such a young thing? He turned his hard gaze onto the creature, "Care to escort our . . . guest . . . from our lands. Try and not eat to much of him." The bird cawed, moving closer to the other stallion as Áed turned his attention onto the young mare, "Name's Áedán, sweetheart. This is my land, Avalon. How about you come with me to the meadow deeper in, and we can get you looked at and fixed up. You look tired and in pain. Let me help you." He said, voice softer, trying to resist the side of him that liked to take care of foals, "Come now, that bastard won't reach you now.[/color]" Not with both the prehistoric bird and him in the way.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/manip2copy-1-1.jpg); width: 100x; height: 150px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Dyzzie/Aedaen [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 605 [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] [/style][STYLE=font-family: ariel; font-size: 11px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]The dunalino had just fallen to her knees again when the stallion, the owner of these lands appeared. She closed her eyes at his sudden appearance, pinning her ears as the two stallions faced off. The new one, her savior, said something, she wasn't too sure what. Everything was starting to fade in and out of focus. But the caw of the creature sure did bring her around from falling again into the depths of her past. Kamala jerked her head up, snorting, bloody mist coating her face and chest from her position laying on the ground. She stared, wide eyed, at the creature, silver hues glowing like two twin lamps. She wasn't afraid like one might suspect, perhaps wary, but she was curious of it. What place had she taken shelter in for it to house such impressive and odd creatures. "Have fun with the crazy bitch." Her attackers words snapped her head around and she pinned her ears against her head. "I could trim a little off the other side if you'd like," she snapped testily, her voice thin and quiet, but still heard none the less. The stallion smirked, his eyes conveying a silent message to her. 'He knows, little girl. Don't get comfy.' A shiver ran down her spine at his gaze. Servaas knew she was here. He'd come back. Maybe at another time when she'd let her guard down. 'Then I won't let my guard down.' Kamala watched warily as the new stallion approach. She licked her lips, cringing at the taste of the blood. He nudged her to her feet and she struggled to comply immediately if only to get away from his touch. Her legs quivered with the strain of heaving her body up and the three days of running made them buckle once, but she braced her hind legs to take most of her weight. Her shoulders ached fiercely from the bite mark, her skin burned from her recent deep in the sulfuric waters and she was pretty sure she didn't smell too nice either. Her sides throbbed and her chest tightened, causing her breaths to come out in short, shallow pants. Anything deeper or longer hurt too much to breathe. She'd broken ribs before, but the pain was never welcomed. It was a deep, constant pain. It took months to heal, the constant strain of breathing slowing the healing process down. It didn't help her muscular-skeletal problems either. Despite all her aches, pains, and exhaustion, Kamala managed to hold herself up relatively well on her own. For a horse that appeared as young as she, 16.1 hands was incredibly tall. She was all legs and thin and lithe, a tad undernourished almost and appeared very much so like she hadn't grown properly. Any other day the muscles would appear tight and well formed, mustang muscles, but now they quivered with the build up of lactic acid. She was pretty even if beaten and bruised. Her white legs were capped with zebra markings and the darkened stripe running along her spine off set the deer-like spots that dotted her rump. She was soaking wet so her colors were darkened, but Aedan could easily see the roaning along her flanks. Kamala shook her head and snorted again, trying to clear her nostrils and thoughts. She instantly regretted it as she swayed dangerously on her feet. She caught herself, splaying her legs much like a newborn giraffe and simply stood there for a while, panting. Finally she looked up at Aedan and only then did she notice how alike him and her hopefully deceased sire looked. There was a softness there in his face though, that her sire didn't have. And his eyes. She felt trapped in the heterchromia hues. She finally realized she should probably say her name. "K-Kamala," she murmured, ears flicking backward uncertainly. [/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] [STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #CFA6A1; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: #CFA6A1 1px dashed;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND (★)[/style] [STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◣[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-right: -3px;]◢[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=height,688,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/jsewld.png,true] Áedán didn't waste any time getting between the fallen female and the stallion who'd attacked her. And between he and the featherless-freak-of-a-creature, he had managed to get the step up on the intruder, Have fun with the crazy bitch. The mare's attacker snapped out, and her voice was testy, enough to bring a smirk to the stallion's maw, I could trim a little off the other side if you'd like, Áed's voice slithered out cooly, "Hmm, I dare say, making his head even might be fitting, dear, but . . . let's not test him, hmm?

[/color]" He suggest, laughing darkly before the stallion finally left.

Only then did he turn towards the fallen mare, watching her watch him warily, "I'll not hurt you, dear,[/color]" He said as he slowly nudged her to her feet, watching her struggle to do so. Once she was up, he took a half step back to give her space, though staying ready to help her if she needed. Her body was quivering, and it was making him nervous. He didn't want her falling suddenly. His eyes watched her brace her hind legs to take the majority of her weight, and he could see the way her breath hinted at her pain, short, quick, and shallow. He shook his head, moving closer and finally noting how tall she was, despite how young she appeared to be. He was seventeen hands and she only seemed to be a few points smaller. He looked down at her, frowning slightly, "You . . . you do not look to good, my dear . . . [/color]" He said, expression concerned as he watched her, legs spraying, just standing there. She glanced up at them then, her eyes meeting his soft, concerned ones, and finally she gave a name, K-Kamala. He nodded softly in response.

"Well, Kamala, dear, you really don't look to good. Please, let me escort you towards where my herd stays, so you might be able to relax. As long as your hear, I swear no one shall harm you . . . Let me . . . help you . . . please,[/color]" He said quietly, looking at her with concern.

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/manip2copy-1-1.jpg); width: 100x; height: 150px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] Dyzzie/Aedaen [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 409 [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] none [/style][STYLE=font-family: ariel; font-size: 11px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]Kamala stared at the ground, ears twitching. Her exhausted body couldn’t move another step and her tired mind wasn’t too far behind her body in the need for sleep. She could vaguely feel his eyes roaming her body, taking in her injuries and her unstable stance. Even her instincts were too tired to remind her she should not trust this stallion, even if he did...help...her. She scoffed inwardly. Help? Yea right, she had that other horse, even if it didn’t seem like it. He’d been over confident in her weakened, terrorized state, but she knew the minute the real fight began, she wouldn’t have been so fragile. Her mind played the scene of the fight that would have happened. She would have had trouble blocking his blows and dodging them, but it would have been easy to boost his ego and confidence enough that he would have made mistakes. His one mistake he’d made that had cost him his ear was a frontal charge. No idiot would dare do a frontal charge unless they really knew what they were doing. He must have been a younger recruit of Servaas’s, fresh out of training in one of his first field assignments. ’But he was probably talented to have been assigned to the recovery mission for me. He was probably hanging back while I fought with the others, studying my moves...damnit, maybe I wouldn’t have won after all.’ She fumed at her thoughts. No, she would have done fine. Not perfect or good, but still fine. The stallion’s words snapped her attention back to him, hard stormy eyes instantly growing softer, shifting from trialed mind to frightened youngster. ”Herd?” she inquired curiously, her voice soft and airy with her panting. Herd? That meant more eyes than just her and his to watch their surroundings. Also more bodies to go through should Servaas return. ’I can’t stay and endanger them so,’ she thought, but her body was singing quite a different tune. Finally Kamala nodded slightly, tilting her lowered head up to gaze upward at her ‘savior.’ If only he knew what troubles he would be sealing by taking in this pretty face. ”Alright...” she murmured, looking off to the side. ”I’m sorry for causing you this trouble...” He wasn’t helping her. She was helping him. The sooner her injuries were healed, the sooner she could leave him and this mysterious place, no matter how alluring it was to her, in peace. [/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] [STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #CFA6A1; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: #CFA6A1 1px dashed;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND (★)[/style] [STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◣[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-right: -3px;]◢[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=height,688,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/jsewld.png,true] Áedán watched the way the female stared at the ground, her body looking exhausted and worn out, frozen as if unable to even blink with out working herself into an exhaustion-created faint. The poor thing. He watched her, eyes roaming - cataloging her injuries, noting how weak she appeared. He tilted his head as he approached the female slowly, nudging a section of her pelt that didn't appear to torn up, keeping the nudge light - more like a ghostly brush then an actual nudge, "You look nearly asleep on your feet, young one. When was the last time you slept? You must be exhausted, and sleep will give your injuries a chance to heal a bit more.

[/color]" He said slowly, eyeing the female as her attention snapped towards him, hard eyes growing softer, looking more frightened, Herd There was a soft, airy quality to her voice, barely visible through her panting of her breath. The beast nodded once, "My dear Belle, and our sons, Kamizer and Coinin." He explained softly, "Though a few are likely to be joining soon as well," He added as an after thought. He glanced down as she nodded, her head tilting up so she could gaze up at him, Alright she mumured before looking away, I'm sorry for causing you this trouble. He laughed softly, shaking his head, "It's no trouble. It's always a delight to chase away nuisances from my land.[/color]" He said, moving towards her side to be ready to assist her should the need arise, a comfortable grin on his muzzle, "Come now, just follow this path until we get to the large clearing in the center of the land where my herd tends to recede. You'll be perfectly safe here. The monsters of the jungle won't let strangers reach the center with out my accompanying them. So, come now, young one. Let's get you to safety.[/color]" He said softly.

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