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Did you get the PM, holie?

:(

Really I'm waiting on Chic, cuz I have a few plans. Connor lead Jasmine to his ship.

"Then get moving," he growled as he made a grab for her arm.

"Do you want to get smacked?"

The next morning, Connor went to the back to get Jasmine. "You're getting sold today."

" When is it due?"

He missed her cheek and accepted it. "The more I think about it, selling. I could use the cash."

Connor took Jasmine to his tent. "Alright, you listen up," he growled. "You do not leave this tent unless I approach you and say you can go. You do not talk or interact wih anyone else, mare or stallion, and if I tell you to do something, you do it no questions asked. Am I clear?"

:hugs And I'm sorry, but... :lau I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was just so funny. :hugs

Connor pondered on what he would do with her, now that she was caught. At the time, all that had mattered was that he had gotten a mare. He wondered if he should keep her, but he countered that with the fact that he already had two mares in his tent. I could use the cash, he thought. I'll sell...

(( hey... We're sorry. Connor's gonna die soon, though, don't worry ))

Several hours passed, until Connor finally landed. He opened up his saddlebag and fished around through it, until he pulled out a syringe. "Don't make me use this," he growled to her as he opened up her cell door. The ramp to the ship lowered.

(( Hey Silkies, wanna RP o n RWTP? I'd like Faedon to have her pups soon ))

Connor's eyes were narrowed to blazing slits. "We'll see when we get back to the tribe." He locked the cell door and headed to the pilot's seat. He deactivated the nullifier, activated the cloak, and took off. The ship rocked violently as it blasted away for Centauria, straight on a course...

He banged his fist on the cell door, rocking the cell a bit. "Don't scream like that!" he roared.

The stallion yanked off the cowboy hat and tossed it aside. His eyes, which had been shadowed before, were now clear as daylight; they were eerily similar to Ferris', and they could send chills down the spine of the bravest soul. It was none other than Connor.

Seera didn't answer Maele.

He waited until Jasmine disappeared, and he smirked with satisfaction. He pressed a button on his wrist, and teleported into his ship; he banged his fist on the bars to Jasmine's holding cell.