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 Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 3:54 pm
This is a backdated personal RP between Shaelyn (spelldancer) and Imre (spelldancer)  
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 3:55 pm
 It was nighttime, and any self respecting Soquili would have been asleep in Shaelyn’s opinion. She should have been asleep too, but no… her ultimate art piece had wandered off and here she was looking for him. Really couldn’t he just mind well? Was that too much to ask when she had created him? But as he grew he became more stubborn, more aggressive, and more contrary. She was about ready to see if she could get him castrated but that was really a last resort. She wanted more little art pieces after all.
When did it become so easy to hide in this forest, Shaelyn wondered. He was bright blue, but in this darkness he would blend right in. Shaelyn was well aware of how colors worked, but know didn’t mean it didn’t irk her anyway. At that moment she was following a pathway but peering into the trees to see if he was hiding there. This wasn’t the first time that her art piece had hidden from her. Really, what was wrong with him? Who in their right mind decided to play hide and seek at night? When she found him she would give him an earful. He couldn’t be that far way, the art piece had not had that much time to get lost.
Rounding the bend, Shaelyn couldn’t help think of the cliché it would be for her to find him then. But she didn’t find him. At least not right away. But as she looked to her right a few feet later, she saw a flash of paleness. “Little art? Is that you?” Her voice was harsh and commanding. He should know better than to not respond. But there was no response. “ART!” He wasn’t deaf so he had to be purposefully ignoring her. This made Shaelyn really annoyed. How dare her art piece ignore her? She was his creator, his only reason for living.
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare ignore me. Me! Come here this instant!” Shaelyn went as far as to stomp her hoof at him. This was simply unacceptable. He would get such a tongue lashing when he returned and she was less tired. And maybe she would reconsider that castration thing. She could always create more art pieces. Sure it was painful, but certainly they would be more biddable. “Get over here!” She continued. He had stopped it appeared, but was not returning. “What are you doing in there anyway?” She asked even more harshly. “What could possibly so important as to ignore your creator?” How dare the art piece! How dare he! The longer he was taking the more indignant that Shaelyn was becoming. When he came she would give it to him.
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