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09-13-2012, 10:35 PM
 The prince lay sleeping beside his dam when the first light of dawn filtrated through the naked trees. A layer of dew coated the grass around him and even his lynx mantle had a little moist on it. Slowly Tamlin opened his dual colored eyes, blinked twice and lifted his head from the wet ground. He glanced at his mother and then he quietly stood. On swift little hooves he sneaked off into the forest. A broad smile parted the lips of the mischievous little prince as he picked his way through the morning mist. He was eager to see where this day would take him, what he would learn and who he would meet. He happened to wander towards the cliff, the sheer drop into the sea. He’d never been too close to the edge, but this morning he felt a bit more reckless than he usually did. Carefully he stepped towards it, one hoof at the time. He leaned forward. Peeked over the edge and then retreated quickly several steps. His heart pumping because of the thrill he neared the edge again and looked down. This time he dared to stay there and through the mist he saw something… someone. Tamlin backed up again and started walking along the edge. Who was down there? And how could he get there? Just then a path revealed itself for the young prince. It seemed well enough traveled and it zigzagged down the side of the cliff. First Tamlin hesitated, then he took a deep breath and stepped closer to the trail. ”I am brave enough! he whispered to himself and started climbing down. He was scared out of his wits before he was even halfway down, but the foal had no way to turn on the narrow path so he was forced to keep on going. When he had finally reached the shoreline his legs were shaking so much that he had trouble standing. His little head, with its dull knob hung low and he began to freeze as the sweat on his body dried and the winds of the ocean squeezed the warmth out of him. Then he saw her. A black mare with feathers and teeth weaved into her mane and tail. She looked powerful and her eyes told him a story of an iron willed femme who was extremely set on her goal. It almost scared the little prince since he got the feeling she could, and would, walk throng anything to get what she wanted. Who was she? Tamlin
the blood-flower child
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he sows in bloodPermission to use violence and magic against Tamlin at all times granted
