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Mehdi looked up at his father, confused. Already his foal was taking his mother's attention away from him, and there was no way he liked that. "Playmate?" He wasn't known for playing around with other Royal foals, but for keeping his distance, playing alone or staying at his parents' sides.

Ramsey came charging around the corner, leaping in the air in front of Richie in an overly excited greeting. "That dog has too much energy..." Dominic mumbled. He smiled. "Take a seat"

Isolde watched the fight, close enough to help should the need arise, but Amun seemed to have it under control. He watched as the last foal was killed, grateful he was a warrior. The ones he killed fought back, where actual threats. Pity rose up for the other stallion, although his face stayed blank as he stood, extra secutrty to keep the slaves in line.
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Mehdi stayed by his father's side, listening and watching all that went on around him with wide, confused eyes. He tossed up his head when his mane was messed with. Once everything had calmed down, and his mother had left to see the other foal, he looked up, questioning his father. "What did they do?"
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Dusted stood tensely as his mother stepped in, glad when both walked away unharmed. With a bitter, heavy heart he trotted to the village.

Smythe ignored his advise, turning around and bolting further into the vegetation. The brambles raked along his long legs as he unknowingly brought himself closer to the round paws.

Dominic laughed, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "You're on your on there buddy. I won't go near that wild monster."

Mehdi looked once more at the corpses, now with narrowed eyes. He didn't ask the why, or the how; his father's word was enough. They had wanted him dead. They deserved it. He scooted closer to him, leaning on his front leg. He spotted Dusted and nodded to the older colt. "What about him?" He asked in alarm.

Mehdi relaxed, happy knowing his father would keep him safe.
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Isolde noticed Jamila, and how she did not seem grieved liked the others, even though she said she lost her youngling as well. The mare was almost hopeful. Had her foal survived? Isolde shook off some flies, decided to keep an eyes on her. He silently hoped at least one foal had made it, to spite his king's cruelty.

Prometheus bared his teeth once more, warning her to keep some distance. He shifted his weight off of his wounded back leg, gently nudging the egg.

Smythe's small black form pushed forward, better able to squeeze through the small spaces of the crowded section for forest. He panted, leaping neatly over a log.

Smythe ran on, finding himself suddenly face to face with a round paw. A loud bang sounded, a chunk of metal rushing past him and into a tree. He cried out in alarm, legs scrambling as he turned to bolt.
((just checking, are the round paws atvs? or cars?))

Name:Isolde
Age:700-mid 40s in human years
Looks(pic would be appreciated but is NOT required): like this but white, with thick, alligator like head.

Power/Element: control of cold water/ice, breaths fire and very cold ice like fog.
Personality(optional): Sculded, like the rest of his kind. Very distant.
History(optional):Lost his mate and all a bunch of eggs to humans. He was out hunting, she was staying with the eggs when a slayer destroyed them all. This was 450 years ago.
Other:

Isolde saw Jamila's reaction and narrowed his eyes, but did not act. A slave's foal, floating down river and becoming a princess? He flicked his tail. Was it possible?
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Mehdi saw a few of the Royal foals playing with a large, colorful ball of reeds and ran to join to them. He was a bit large for his age.

The game was becoming more and more rowdy by the second, and soon enough, one of the older foals broke the ball. Mehdi frowned, pinning his ears and started heading back. From out of the village ran a silver furred cat, coming to his side and walking along with him. The female cat had taken a liking to Mehdi, and followed him a lot. The colt laid down a few feet from Nile, the cat flopping on top of him.

"Violence!" Dominic shouted in mock fear, jumping back and covering up the essential part with his hands.

The cat looked from Nile to Amunlet to the colt she lay on, purring rapturously without a care in the world. Mehdi nodded, placing his head on the ground as he rested.

Mehdi remained on his side, ignoring the filly.
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Isolde remained at his post for a while longer, before trotting up to Ramses. "So far the slaves are not retaliating."

"Ramses!" Dominic said, and the dog returned to him with perfectly innocent eyes. "Do I get to keep my junk now?" he asked, rubbing the dog's head.

Isolde let out a short huff that could be interpreted as a laugh. "That they do Sir."
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Mehdi began to doze off in the sun.
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Dusted was in the palace, cleaning away extra sand. He looked up as Amunet approached.

Isolde sighed, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't get him in trouble. "You where protecting your own. We all do what we must."

Mehdi's head jerked up, but he just bumped his muzzle to her head before sighing and attempting to go back to sleep.
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Isolde fought a yawn. "Oh, I wanted to give you a report on the western boarder. The rouges are no longer appearing. After that last skirmish, I don't think we'll be seeing much more of them."