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Published: 2016-06-03 14:29:10 +0000 UTC; Views: 888; Favourites: 34; Downloads: 10
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Moonlit Ember (The blue and green Stallion) is drawn and owned byEverything else is drawn by me.
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Terror: *She looks to him, a mixture of sadness and Amusement in her eyes*
I am crazy, little one. Pray to Whatever you call a God or godesses that I am numbed down by drugs and have a weak Spot in my shattered Heart for you two
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Jet: Terror I dont know if I can trust you with that...you have to power to just....kill me...like that, one accidental kick like that to my head, I'm dead...
Vulcan: While we are at risk of being turned into goop, I think its gonna be fine
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Terror: *Sighs and her ears drop*
I know what you mean...
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*The facotry came into view, around it lay a long wooden barricade made up of several shacks and walls.*
Pangea: We are close...so no funny business from anyone!
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Terror: *She simply nods and stays silent*
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Jet: W...woah...
*the townsfolk and guards immediately begin staring at Terror with discomfort.*
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Terror: *She waves at them*
Hey Guys
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*The towns folk begin to back away, faces in pure fear.*
Pangea: Seems they know you...
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Terror: *Shrugs*
They seem to have heared from me already... But I am sure I have not visited this place, yet
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Vulcan: I think the giant metal maw with razor sharp teeth is a bit of a terrifying sight right off the bat.
Pangea: Relax...they are with us people, you are safe, just stay outta our business!
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Terror: *Looks to Vulcan*
Yeah, true... But if I take it off they would run away...
*She laughs and bumps her flank against his*
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Vulcan: You trying to come onto me with that? * he asked bluntly*
Jet: ugh...really, right now guys, this isnt the time for jokes!
Pangea: Ok guards, home free, back to your posts!
*the plasma guards leave the group alone and head away on their duties. Jet and Vulcan stay as Pangea goes to an old metal door.*
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Terror: *Looks questioning to Jet and opens her maw a bit, only to close it right after. She obviously wants to know if Pangea is food now that the Guards are not around*
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Jet: *shakes his head* Please, that doesn't mean they are still not about, we would surely die in the escape. *he whispers carefully*
Pangea: Hm? *She turned as she unlocked the door* Watch what you say, you were lucky I didn't but bomb collars on all of you...
Jet: Um no we weren't saying anything!
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Terror: Yeah, we were only chatting about your nice flanks ~
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Pangea: Disgusting...*She opens the door and leads them in*
Jet: *looks behind him* Is....is my flank good?
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Terror: *She slaps it, although not hard, and giggles*
Could be more round, little one~
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Vulcan: Jet...Did you really just....ugh...fuck you...
Jet: What...I wanted to take my mind of the whole escort to my possible death thing!
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Terror: *She looks from one to the other*
What is the Problem?
*She looks confused*
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Jet: Ugh...just forget it.
Pangea: We are here *she leads them down some stairs into a large open metal room, inside is a giant, tattered bed surrounded by several guards. On the bed lies a very old, sick looking stallion. Pangea goes to him and kisses his forehead.*
Pangea: Papa, its me, I got you Jet.
Father: o.....oh yes....I recognise that red liar anywhere...and...w....who is the white one with the mask?
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Terror: *Points at herself*
Me? No pony important, really
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Pangea: This is Terror, remember papa, the slaver turned feral psychopath?
Father: O....oh yes...I remember...Queen of Stallionrad...for a time yes?
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nu Terror *sprays water at her like on a bad cat* nu
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I fear that's not gonna work xD
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Yeah, and get killed while doing so ;3;
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jokes on you. I healed her and a deal still stands :v
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She is not healed from insanity... <.<
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