Don't .F.o.r.g.e.t. to Remember Me |Open|

[..Dream†Weaver..]

The minuscule body of dear little Marvianee was silhouetted against the night sky. Her white body splashed a deep chocolate sorrel set into a glow by the setting sun, her fluffy tail swaying between two white hind legs. Her deep brown eyes scanning the surroundings, finally able to explore on her own. Her movements were sweeping, graceful, the feathers along her legs swaying and bobbing with each powerful movement. Her head held level with her chest, neck arched, the young filly continued for wards in an unknown destination.

The sea breeze tangled with her short mane, the salty hands playing with the short threads until they moved on to objects further away. The white on her frame showed more vibrant, the brown mixing in with the midnight sky. Her hooves touched the ground in unison, one after the other in a steady rhythm, until she halted, nostrils dilated, and searching the forestry farther off.

[♣Tego]

<sub>Opticals catch the site of the little whelp, merely prancing along, what foals do. Just what I had been looking for, and mother nor father were not in site. I figure we were hidden back far enough in the forest where, if they were here, they wouldn't be able to see my abducting the brat.

'Lo there Marvianee.

Vocals hiss, a fake sweet tone grasping them. I let my apex drop so it's about at her height, I doubt she'll recognize me in the dark, but if she does, I'm sure she doesn't understand who I am or what I've done. If anything, she has seen me many times, maybe she thinks I'm one of them. I guess I'll have to see her reaction before anything
♣Tego</sub>

[..Dream†Weaver..]

The painted body swung around to face the white stallion. Her painted cranium tilting to one side, in an expression the youth use when they're interested in something, as if wondering what would happen should she push a few buttons. With both ears pricked forth, her tail swaying innocently between her hinds, she looked almost light. Almost.

Hallo, Sir.

Her voice rang out once more, for the second time a stranger to hear her vocals that had been kept to family only previously. Her long, slender legs straight beneath her, their feathers dancing in the breeze, deep brown eyes searching the white stag with unbelievable innocence, and her head still c.ocked.

[♣Tego]

I won't tell her my name, in case one of her parent's had told her something.

Is DreamWeaver anywhere near her?

I asked in the same fake sweet tone. My voice was hushed, just in case the wench was lurking in the shadows. I would snatch the whelp if she wasn't
♣Tego

[..Dream†Weaver..]

Her head moved, motioning a no, her captivating brown eyes glancing up at the stallion with the same wondering expression. She inhaled deeply, his scent was familiar, but unsure of where from, so suspicions were kept at negatives.

Mommy and Daddy don't know I'm here.

Mischeivious, her voice greeted the silence again. Of course they hadn't seen her leaving the sanctuary of Horizon Bay, or they'd have followed the young girl and chided her for wrong doings. Her spirit was much like DreamWeaver's, for the mere fact she loved to go off on adventures and on her own.

[♣Tego]

<sub>I smiled. Going to ask her if she wanted to come before forcing her.

So Marvianee, would you like to come and play with my son, he is about your age and he needs a friend

My usual tone breaking through just a little bit, my smirk was sillhouetted in the dark.
♣Tego</sub>

[..Dream†Weaver..]

Her painted head shook once more in a no, though her eyes never strayed from Tego, as though she could see something others could not. But that's just insane talk. She couldn't leave, she was planning on returning back to Horizon Bay at sunrise, because a night out couldn't end up in tragedy, right?

I gotta go home soon, I'm sorry, Sir.

This time, her voice held not only innocence, but regret, for she'd have loved to go and meet another of her age, someone to play with and have a friend besides those in her herd, who were all older and didn't like to play as much.

[♣Tego]

<sub>My smirk turned into a sick menical grin. I lash at her with rotting dentals,trying to get a hold of the little whelp, I lash a few more times.

Oh, no, I think you'll come

I hiss at her, grabbing at her barrel.
♣Tego</sub>

[..Dream†Weaver..]

No squeal, no signs of pain as his dentals sunk into her side, a firm hold on her withers and blood trickled down. Pain was there, just not enough to cause her to cry. Her ears fell back, her brown eyes glaring at the stag.

Why? What do you need me for?

Strong vocals rang out, undamaged by the pain that burned around the point he'd bitten, and the babe stood tall like always, legs straight and determined not to fall.

[♣Tego]

_{I don't answer merely begin dragging the whelp toward my land. Finally I can get back at those neutrals. I keep dragging the precious heiress away into the night. She is my son's prize now.
♣Tego}

[..Dream†Weaver..]

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[♣Tego]

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