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Date Posted: 14:32:03 04/06/03 Sun
Author: Zamnor
Subject: True Evil...your majesty...daaaaaaaaaaaddy....

The colt, his ebony-hued dial extended to its utmost, slows as he approaches his father, the excitement of his question forced into what appears to be innocent hope. "Dad? Could we ask you a question?"

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[> What the hell do you want? No, kidding. -- True Evil, 17:59:38 04/06/03 Sun [1]

With an affection look, he nudges the colt closer to him. "What is it you three want to know?"


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[> I'm mightily insulted that you would take such a tone with me... *colt: sniff, sniff* -- Zamnor, 18:11:54 04/06/03 Sun [1]

He allows himself to be herded further into his father's presence, the aura of the stallion warming him. "Well, Aunt Maleah, Johnny, Firelight, and me were wondering if it was possible to become human. Only temporarily, of course. Do you know if it's possible, Dad?" He watches his father with wide eyes, his gaze only slightly questioning.


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[> Pleeeeeeease -- 'Aunt' Maleah, 19:48:10 04/06/03 Sun [1]

"Oh please Evil, we really wanna try it," She begs, making her angelic puppy dog eyes.


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[> For a lack of creativity.......the colt stands. -- Johnny, 22:35:10 04/06/03 Sun [1]

The timid piebald watches from a distance, grayscale body quivering in the prescence of the King. He smiles, nodding with the others amiably, but not saying a word.


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[> [> Contemplate. -- True Evil, 23:14:31 04/06/03 Sun [1]

"Well..." He starts to think about it, considering the pros and cons. "I guess. Where do you propose you carry your two-legged bodies to?"


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[> {..I'm a big kid now..} -- Firelight, 09:48:22 04/07/03 Mon [1]

Mare of four winters slips near dark ooids watching. She made no move to voice her opinion or plead. She was content to wait ad watch. Ebony rocks slip to mark terrain moonless tail flicking agaist golden hued hocks. Coral lined nasal flared lightly. Being human could be fun she suppose. They could travel to the human world perhaps cause a bit o' damage. If only the king would allow them do so.


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[> Contemplation ends. -- Zamnor, 09:50:25 04/07/03 Mon [1]

"Not far, Dad," he assures the stallion. "And we won't bother anyone, promise! Please can we?"


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[> [> Zammy... -- True Evil, 11:55:36 04/08/03 Tue [1]

"Well, all right." His voice becomes stern and serious as he continues, "But remember, you are the Prince, and you must set a good example for those around you. Don't get yourself into anything that I wouldn't approve of. Have fun now."


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[> Prince? Are you CRAZY? -- Zamnor, 10:42:29 04/09/03 Wed [1]

Prince? The colt's ears twitch as they receive the words. He hasn't really thought of it before now, and the idea comes to him as a tingling shock. "All right, Dad, thanks." Turning to the others,


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[> (This one) -- Zamnor, 10:43:49 04/09/03 Wed [1]

Prince? The colt's ears twitch as they receive the words. He hasn't really thought of it before now, and the idea comes to him as a tingling shock. "All right, Dad, thanks." Turning to the others, "Coming?"


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[> Re: True Evil...your majesty...daaaaaaaaaaaddy.... -- Johnny, 19:58:51 04/10/03 Thu [1]

The paint nods enthusiastically. "Absolutely!" He looks at Maleah and the other, awaiting their response.


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[> Also waiting their response... but fixing the html while I'm at it. -- Zamnor's player, 23:16:50 04/10/03 Thu [1]

Though, I don't know what in the world I did to start that color.


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[> Joy! -- Maleah, 12:54:46 04/11/03 Fri [1]

She whinnies a loud bugle and rears slightly, her tiny ivory coloured hooves pawing at the air before she spun rapidly on her hind legs and galloped a few strides. After skidding to a halt, she careened her head over her back, snorting. "Let's go guys!"


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[> Re: True Evil...your majesty...daaaaaaaaaaaddy.... -- JtHM, 20:44:39 04/11/03 Fri [1]

The piebald lets out a hearted squeal before kicking around on willowy limbs, a cloud of dust dissipating behind his teacup hooves. "Ready when you are!"


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[> Yah! -- Zamnor, 23:25:35 04/11/03 Fri [1]

His whicker of excitement is cut short as he pauses. Glancing uncertainly at his father, he screws his eyes closed, his ears tightening to his skull as he appears to fold within himself. For a moment nothing happens, then the colt begins to change. His muzzle shortens and his stout equine body becomes smaller, frailer. Hands and feet replaces his hooves, and his pelt and mane grow softer and lighten in color. Soon a boy stands in the place of the colt, his curly hair wild about his head. His dark eyes are piercing, though they appear to be filled with joyful laughter. Astonished that it has actually worked, the boy takes a few seconds to recover from his surprise. Lifting his hands to his face, he wriggles the fingers and gasps happily when they respond to his silent request. His human frame is slender and clothed in dark denim jeans and a loose cotton t-shirt. When he glances up again, his lips are curled in a grin.

"Change here! We want to be prepared! Just think really, really hard about changing into a human and you'll change!!" He glances from one horse-friend to another, delighting in how his vision has changed. "Come on! You guys can do it; it's easy!"


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[> Re: True Evil...your majesty...daaaaaaaaaaaddy.... -- Johnny, 03:47:14 04/12/03 Sat [1]

The foal skids to a stop, shutting his eyes and bracing himself uncertainly. He could slowly feel his body change, body rocking back onto his haunches, now his legs. He was Tall and thin, dark brown hair and electric green eyes. Smiling, his entire body seemed to radiate excitement. He was adorned in khaki shorts and sandals, wind blowing easily through a loose fitting T-shirt. Looking at his own, nimble fingers, he grinned up to Zamnor. "This is so cool!"


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[> Morph -- Maleah, 11:50:22 04/12/03 Sat [1]

She shut her eyes tight, and she felt an odd sensation as her hooves grew fingers and toes, and she felt herself slip into a hot pink T-shirt and overalls. When she opened her eyes, they at least were the same lavender hue. Stretching out her new limbs, she walked in an ungainly fashion to examine her new appearance in her reflection of a puddle. Her beyond blonde hair stuck out at all angles, though it there was a vain attempt at controlling it with a bobby pin. With a bright smile on her chubby, childlike cheeks, she pointed towards a new adventure. "Let's go!"


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[> Time to go! -- Zamnor, 15:30:03 04/12/03 Sat [1]

He watches as his friends change, wonder written on his face. At their words, however, he is knocked back into reality; a reality where they are about to go on an adventure of a lifetime. "All right, follow me! Bye, Dad!" Waving cheerfully at the stallion, he stumbles into a run out of the territory and in the direction of the human section... a direction which is player had kindly pointed out to him.

(OOC- Where shall we go?)


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[> [I dunno, where to?] -- Megan, 16:25:15 04/12/03 Sat [1]

>The colt, his ebony-hued dial extended to its utmost,
>slows as he approaches his father, the excitement of
>his question forced into what appears to be innocent
>hope. "Dad? Could we ask you a
>question?"


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[> *Shrugs* Yoooooooooooooou choose! -- Zamnor's player, 16:56:21 04/12/03 Sat [1]


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[> [No, you choose!] -- Megan, 22:34:19 04/12/03 Sat [1]


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[> YOU! -- Zamnor's player, 22:41:57 04/12/03 Sat [1]


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[> {..no comment..} -- Firelight, 13:22:29 04/15/03 Tue [1]

Just posting so you know I haven't fallen into oblivion.


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[> All righty! You choose, then! *Demandingly looks to Firelight* -- Zamnor's player, 16:57:53 04/16/03 Wed [1]

>The colt, his ebony-hued dial extended to its utmost,
>slows as he approaches his father, the excitement of
>his question forced into what appears to be innocent
>hope. "Dad? Could we ask you a
>question?"


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[> {..fine..} -- Firelight, 21:38:05 04/16/03 Wed [1]

Famora grumbles slightly and snorts darkly. Well how do we turn human exactly. Voice was as demanding as his as dark ooids were turned upon brute.


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[> (for the lack of creativity.....macabre sporks....) -- Johnny, 16:01:13 04/18/03 Fri [1]

The gangly boy flopped to the ground, examining his hands meticulously. "S'easy, I suppose...." he leaned back, stretching long legs infront of him, and let the wind blow over his wiry frame without objection.

((Well, this is riveting, eh? lol)


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[> Booooring -- Zamnor, 19:50:43 04/18/03 Fri [1]

He wriggles his fingers teasingly in Firelight's direction. "Just think real hard," he suggests, grinning. "And when you're done changing, let's go to the beach!"


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