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!Taxif57b8c 07/30/11(Sat)05:41 No.28200817>>28200812 The Cobra’s glare intensified, and his staff glowed with the sparkle of impending magic. “That IS what I said, pay attention. How much are they paying you to be here, anyway?” The salamander bowed profusely in apology. “I’m sorry, so sorry my liege, please continue.” “Yes, where was I...” the king continued, returning to his pacing. “While it would no doubt be wonderful to attend your SUMMER SUN CELEBRATION,” the king stared sideways at the nervous salamander as he continued his sentence “the officiating of the kingdom can simply not hold pause for even a single day. I’m afraid our legislation simply forbids royal visits in any case, so we shall simply have to decline. Perhaps another year, in the advent of a re-scripture of the rules.” Already bored with the dictation, the king had begun to walk towards the room’s exit, into his private quarters. “Wrap that up with something official sounding, would you?” Without waiting for confirmation, the king opened the door to his bedchambers, and giving the guards on either side a nod, closed it behind him. The green scaled folds of skin on his head were creased in agitation, his yellow eyes narrowed – but they widened as he was greeted with the site of his chamber’s contents. There, curled in a frightened ball, chained to the post of his circle-shaped bed, was a whimpering purple pony, her eyes wide in fear, her tail tucked between her legs nervously. The king smiled and licked his lips as he approached the bed. Ponies might be a bit of annoyance, he thought to himself, but they were at least good for something... |