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radon
Someone tore up my map, hun

I was the ghost of my former self. The grey in the black, the white in the purple, it was a pitiful sight to see one of my youth so thin and hard-worn, even when the winter was so warm, and so close to my second birthday. My lack-luster gaze lifted and I continued to drift alone, toes dragging and dust collecting on my unbathed pelt, turning me a light rust color over my dark grey. Where has she gone boy? The voice seemed to whisper, and my gaze grew distant again, I had subcumed to the voice, I was no where near ready to fight it. I..I..don't know...I've lost her I mentally mumbled to myself, and my scull dropped further, my furry harks sliding sideways, and a heavy sigh leaving my compressed diaphram, stirring the dirt again as my muzzle drug across the uneven ground. Yarraman? My voice echoed, surprising myself for even calling upon the older stallion who has scarred my shoulder only months before.

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[glow=green,2,300]Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

It had been a long time since another being had dared to cross the threshold of hell without permission. Infact the last who was daring enough was Sophie. Yarraman had picked up on the scent of the other equine long before he had crossed into Taunted Marshes. However, the king had changed his ways, he was no longer for taunting but for killing. The dappled gray beast had waited until the equine was deep enough in so that he couldn’t find his own way out. This unfortunate intruder was going to be the first victim of the kings return. Little did the beast know that the intruder was actually and acquaintance. Would he realize in time?

Trotting along behind his victim, still the stallion waited for the equine to make a mistake. For he was sure that being a yearling the colt would. The brute could not see the colt, so he was only relying on smell to pinpoint his whereabouts. Stopping the king pulled back his lips to scent the air, but he quickly ceased his actions for the colt had made his first mistake. Thorns pricked forward, the colt had called for the king. How strange that was.

Suddenly recollection hit Yarraman, this equine was not an intruder but Radon, one of Cocaine’s followers. Perhaps the twit had information on his daughter. Charging forward, the stallion was quickly in front of the colt. Stopping for a moment Yarraman looked him over. Radon had grown a considerable amount since their meeting, and his future was looking good. Yarraman glanced at the dark gray’s shoulder and a smirk crossed his maw. Although he had grown, he still had the scar of Yarraman’s punishment. [glow=green,2,300] Well, well Radon. Its been a while now hasn’t it?[/glow] The beast vocals had changed since his return they where now much more threatening much more demonic. Would Yarraman’s tone make Radon seconded guess his decision to return?

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radon
Someone tore up my map, hun

Again the yearlings head picked up at the voice, his harks sliding forward and his tail kninking lightly, as only arabians could. You speak the truth I murmured, the older stallion was after all, correct. I had disappeared for a while in my desperate search for Cocaine, I came up empty handed, only a stale scent that I didn't recongnize aside her's.

Have..Have you seen Coc-- Cocaine... I murmured and stretched my neck out, my once kinked tail flopping lifelessly at my haunches, my mood had only gotten worse after she had disappeared, as it seemed, so did her fathers, especially with Sophie's death.

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[glow=green,2,300]Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

Have you made a wrong move?

Orbs stayed fixed on the yearling as the brute waited for his lame excuse. Yarraman and Radon had never hit it off well and the beast was still unsure what to make of his arrival. Perhaps he had information on Cocaine. No he couldn’t. The dappled beast knew where his daughter was. And there was no way Radon had saved her. Clearly you fool. Why would you question my words? Yarraman spat. His temper was rising. It was true that he had a awful temper but with Sophie’s death it had become worse. The mare had calmed him and the anger had been subdued for so long that it just pored out.

No Radon I have not seen Cocaine. If I had don’t you think she would be here under my protection. Pawing the damp ground with his hoof, Yarraman blue hot air out of his nares. She has been captured by the one who sleighed her mother. I figured even an equine of your standards would know that Radon. Yarraman was being extremely harsh. But the thought of Riku infuriated him even more.

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radon
Someone tore up my map, hun

At his tone it wounded my already battered soul, which hurt worse than the nasty scar he had given me. Again my muzzle went down into the dirt and I scoffed around, sneezing as some of the dust floated into my narels, but I didn't care. I'm sorry Yarraman I murmured to him, even though it seemed like it was more to the ground with the way I was poised.

My once massive foal ears were not starting to look natural, except the fact that they didn't rise nor pin, but stayed slicked sideways in a sadden manner. Though my lack-luster gaze shifted up to the massive king, it help nothing but sorrow, and my movements matched. I turned, toes dragging and shuffling away like a lost puppy, lengthened tail hanging at my hocks and yearling body quviering against the warm wind, as if it was freezing cold.

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[glow=green,2,300]Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

Orbs scanned over Radon… and Yarraman sow that his words had gotten to him. And for some reason the dappled king softened towards the deep gray. The brute watched as the yearling lowered his head and breathed in the dust, he was hurt deep down, it was very clear. So why wasn’t the great king tearing Radon apart? Because he was connected to his beloved Cocaine.

Trotting after the youngster Yarraman came to a halt in front of him, acting as a barrier. You do not apologize Radon. You stick up for what you say and what you believe. His words where harsh but had well intentions. How else to you expect to help me rescue Cocaine and revenge her mothers death? Surely not by backing down?

Well, it seems as though miracles really do happen. Had the great king just taken Radon under his wing? Yes he had. And Radon was one lucky equine, he would benefit greatly. But would he accept Yarraman’s offer or even recognize it for it was subtle.

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radon
Someone tore up my map, hun

As Yarraman cut off my path I looked back up, still shorter than him, and less muscled, but eventually I might be as healthful as he was. My dear, dear vessel. You long for that she-equine... The voice cooed deep inside my wind, and my mood dropped again at it's tone. Her Father is helping you, now be strong! The voice corrected me as it spat still, making me pick my head up and look at Yarraman closely for the first time.

I need..her back...I'll do anything.. I murmured in my soft voice, and my once sideways ears were forced forward, but my gaze was still dull. For once..your useful I snarled at the voice, before stepping back again to get a better look at the great stallion before me. But how? I whispered, my ears before slicking back sideways again, and I huffed quietly.
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[glow=green,2,300]Y A R R A M A N [/glow]

Yarraman’s gazed bared down on Radon. If the yearling took the offer he would be put threw extensive training physically and emotionally. And if he failed one test then Yarraman would be done with him, of course he would give him ample opportunity to prepare for the tests for practice was everything. But there where no seconded chances no third times the charm it was all or nothing.

As the dark colored yearling spoke again Yarraman became slightly aggravated. Well first off you need to loose your defeated attitude. I lost both Sophie and Cocaine and you don’t see me moping around. Do you? Well that was a lie Yarraman had been in a different world during breeding season but that was different. Ok it really wasn’t but that wasn’t his point. You need to understand something before you commit to this Radon. I will be hard on you. You will have to work hard to meet the standards I will set. This will be mentally and physically draining. He paused and his mood became a lot more serious. But most importantly I want you to know that this is a one shot deal. Cocaine’s future is on the line here there are no seconded chances. Is that understood?

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