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    Artemisia was dreaming. Almost like an a coma, but she could be waken up eventually. She was out in the woods, fog covering the ground, when she found a foal:

    Legs bound in chains, snorting and squealing in worry, ears flicking like crazy. (Have to go to gpa's funeral... can't type long) She broke the chains with her hooves,
    "Come on! Let's get you out of here!" She cried, turning back to go to the herd.
    "No! He will get me!" The foal cried, eyes wide in fear.
    "Who will get you?" Artemisia asked.
    "The man with fire on his face." (Lol so copying a part from a movie called Insidious. So scary!)


    Artemisia looked beyond the foal. A rock hut stood where the foal had been chained and a man stood inside with puppets and clown dolls hanging all around. He suddenly looked up from one of the dolls he was making, an evil grin on his face. Artemisia gasped, horrified by his face and took a step back.
    "Run." She hissed, "Now." The foal took off running and she ran after her. Suddenly, something landed in front of them. Artemisia whinnied and rose up on her hind legs. The foal squealed and whirled around to run the other way. The creature wrapped his long black arms around her that looked like tree branches, pulling her to him. The foal squealed, twisting against his arms.
    "Mama! Help me!!!" Artemisia gasped. Her eyes flew open. She lay in the stream once more, breathing hard, wounds cleaned by the river.

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    Undertaker?! What the?! Aren't you supposed to be back in the Victorian Era? BTW...I cos-play Lizzy...and...BTW...I find Undertaker creepy...


    Yes, I am the very same Undertaker from the Victorian era, though this does not mean I have to speak in such a manner. Did I speak this way in the book that I occurred in? And please hold your tounge when you call someone creepy. You know nothing about me.
    IC: Artemisia snorted, ears twitching wildly. She told Icicle about her nightmare and how at the end the foal had called her mama.

    Artemisia snorted in anger at the stallion. She was a stressed out pregnant mare, moody as well, and was in no mood to put up with this stallion. She pinned her ears.
    "First of all, you are the one whom asked and intruded. Second of all, if you ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer. Third of all, this does not concern you. It concerns only me and Icicle at the moment. So I'd kindly suggest you leave. Thank you." She turned her attention back to Icicle, ears no longer pinned back.

    Artemisia snorted, shaking her head, mane bouncing around,
    "Just trying to help my butt..." She muttered, eyes a cutting glare at the ground. She stamped a hoof into the creek mud, "But honestly, Icicle, I have to know what the dream means." She insisted, eyes suddenly full of worry.
    OOC: BTW when are they going to the canyon?

    OOC: Not much has happened, just chatting by the creek. In answer to all you asked before, I am the very same Undertaker from the Victorian Era. I live forever, as long as I am not killed. I am not evil, so it would do you well to not judge others before you know them.
    Thank you, The Undertaker.

    What are you talking about? I disguise myself as a normal person. Keeping my long hair means cross-gendering to act like a woman. I have brown hair and glasses. I have kept up very well as the world has passed and I must say I am not impressed with the progress. ::) But anyhow, I have been on this website (I read a lot in my spare time) for a while now, especially this thread because the girl I am disguised as rides horses. I do know what's going on in this thread.

    OOC: Paige! You're back! I thought you were gone forever! Um, since I've now been on here the longest (besides you) can I be co-boss? You know, when you're gone I accept people, make action happen (Like a coyote attack), and stuff like that. Can I paige? Can I can I can I?? Huh huh huh?? *Jumps up and down like a little kid excitedly*
    IC: Artemisia looked around in worry, like they were being watched...

    Name: Devil's Dancer
    Gender: Female
    Rank: (IDK what the ranks are! Is it like warrior cats?)
    Age: 3 years
    Coat color: Pic below

    Foals?: None at the moment (NATM)
    Sire: Unknown
    Dam: Heaven's Angel (The exact opposite. Very sweet kind and gentle.)
    Other: Nickname is Devil. She has a bad temper and once you get on her bad side it's hard to get crushed. Past will be revealed later. It's hard to get her to come out of her shell.

    Name: Ivystep
    Age: 1 year 8 moons
    Rank: Warrior
    Looks(A sentence and/or a picture): Brown tabby she-cat with green eyes and white paws.
    [img width=510 height=382]http://roseclan.zoomshare.com/files/tabby-cat.jpg[/img]
    Crush/Mate/Kin: NA/NA/NA
    Other: Description: Kind and helpful, but if you make her angry you will regret it.


    Name: Blackthorn
    Age: 12 years
    Looks(A sentence and/or a picture): An old black tabby tom.

    Crush/Mate/Kin: NA/NA/NA
    Other: Kind and funny elder who tells wonderful (and sometimes made up) stories. Everyone loves him.

    OOC: Hey, guys! I'm an experienced roller (Lol), so if you just tell me time, place, what's happening and all that happy crap, I'll be fine! ;) BTW, I rp Ivystep and maybe a bit of Blackthorn here and there. :)

    OOC: Wait, which cats are still in the clan? I might have Ivystep talk to 1 of them. Sorry, I'm always bad to start out. Once I get used to everything I'm just like anyone else. :-[