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This is a PRP thread between Jailbait, Rascal and Rasputin (owned by Meeki) and Desdemona (owned by Cherie). This roleplay could contain graphic content as well as a death of a Soquili. If you are offended at such things, please take this as a precaution and avoid reading this roleplay.

Clarification: Sirenz gave permission for Jailbait to die. However, earlier today, I decided that Jailbait would probably not die afterall but end up wounded in a permanent way. For those that are curious about the idea behind this roleplay, I will let you know.

This roleplay serves two main purposes. The first one is to build up the character of Rascal. To me, she will become much like Jailbait, just more self assured instead of flirty. I want her to become independent and proud of her lineage. The idea was that her mother would perish while saving her and the experience would help shape Rascal into becoming a mature, strong and independent mare when she grew up.

The second purpose of this roleplay is to make the Skinwalkers evil. So far, they are roleplayed much like Kalona or any other evil pets. They insult or cause light damage but they are much more evil than Kalona. They are killing machines. They want nothing more than to cause pain in others. This roleplay was to try to help shape them into being truly evil creatures. That by hearing of a Soquili actually dying, other mares and stallions would start taking Skinwalkers more seriously and avoid them like the plague. It was to help the race become the evil and fearsome creatures they are supposed to be.

However, in the end, I could not let go of Jailbait. I love her and I have never had a pet die on this community or in roleplay at all. So it's been really hard for me to take that step even though I truly feel it would make for a wonderful roleplay and help shape Rascal and the Skinwalkers. It's just not something I'm comfortable with doing so I opted that Jailbait would be wounded and perhaps blinded instead. I still strive for this to be a bloody roleplay. There will still be violence and hopefully some gore but I really don't think there will be any death.

If for any reason the roleplay leads to death (though I'm against it, it could still happen if the roleplay sways my decision), I want you to know that Sirenz has okayed it. I hope this explanation helps others understand a little more about this roleplay and the idea behind it.

Innocence was a beautiful thing to most.. Soquilis. To a Skinwalker it was something to be despised. Rasputin watched from the nearby woods and was absolutely disgusted at the sight of the foal. Rage burned within his eyes and he tore at the ground with his hooves. The only thing that kept him from running out at that very moment was the fact that he sensed another of his kind in the area. Though he was a Skinwalker, he was still smaller than them. As part flutter, he would always be cursed with a smaller form. In some way that worked to his benefit, especially since Skinwalkers were generally flightless. So he did at least have an advantage to counter his size.

His mouth felt overly dry as the thoughts of foal blood coursed through his brain. The madness was starting to take over and he found himself steping closer to the edge of the woods. As he neared the clearing he scanned the area. It was nearly empty. The other presence he felt and the mother of the foal would be the only real threat.. and the mother barely that. She was just a regular Soquili. Nothing to worry about. Easy pickings..

They would definately be easy pickings.

Jailbait buckled as she finally sensed the danger she was in. Instinctively she ran over to her foal and stood with her back to the tiny creature. She used her front hooves to kick at the air in front as if warning the ones that posed a threat to back off. She had no idea what she would be up against. There were all kinds of evil in the world, even those the same race as she. But could any creature hurt a foal? A deep fear overtook the mare.

Rascal didn't know what to think. She had never seen her mom in sucha way and it scared her. What was going on? What was wrong? She wanted to peek around her mother and see but was too afraid.

Dammit. Rasputin was growing pissed. What could have been easy pickings was proving to be more difficult than he anticipated. He'd have to fight for the right. He really wanted to kill the foal since it was more his.. size so perhaps he could coerce the other into going after the mare? It was worth a shot.. otherwise he'd have to fight for his meal this day.

Rasputin charged into the clearing and smiled charmingly at the mare. "My, my, what a fine day to die, don't you think? Do you realize how lucky you are to have a day like this to kiss you goodbye? Now now.. is that a tear I see? Don't cry. Though your death will be painful, it will be for the greater good. Genocide is a glorious thing."