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09-14-2012, 08:05 AM
 The strange unicorn spoke softly too him, but Tamlin took a step back. He didn’t know who this mare was, and even if her voice was sweet he didn’t trust her. The sound of the waves, the seagulls and the wind added to the stress of the little colt. He wasn’t much older than a month and he had nothing to defend himself with so if this mare wanted to hurt him, he was probably doomed. He leaned back on his black haunches and happened to scratch his hock on a sharp rock. A small trickle of blood began rolling down his leg. A couple of stains landed on a rock nearby and as Tamlin’s slight fear of the black mare grew the crimson droplets lit up and was then suddenly covered by clover flowers. A bit boosted by his involuntary demonstration of his magic the prince straightened up. ”Don’t you mean early?” he retorted and met her amber gaze. His confidence was growing now and he spoke to her again. ”I am Prince Tamlin. Who are you?” His voice had a hint of content in it and his dual colored eyes traveled over her body with a snobbish look such a small foal shouldn’t even posses. But the prince was too aware of his greatness and the future glory he would win. He was certain he would be king when he grew up, his mother had told him that and mother was always right. Surely this black mare would recognize a future king when she saw him? He was clad in a lynx mantle, wasn’t he? And that ought to give some hints on his royal blood! [ooc; sorry, strange post ^^] Tamlin
the blood-flower child
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he sows in bloodPermission to use violence and magic against Tamlin at all times granted
