ooc: I play Thane, so just posting in the same post as no point in changing, RPing with self is boring. lol.

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Having set fire to her sash, her wonderful, beloved sash, she had decided that she may need something to sweeten up the Sentinus before letting him know what she had done. It had been daring of her- stupid, perhaps, but she had still done it.

She rode towards the house not on a broom as most would but something much better in her eyes. Beneath her ran the mighty Thane Minstrel, the first centaur to be turned against themselves. His long dark hair was held in her fists as a method of control for she had no tack as you would a normal horse- something she'd have to work on.

She felt great, riding the beast, and yet had a great feeling of dread as the house loomed towards them. She pulled the centaur to a halt and swung from his back, opening the door and leading the centaur inside.

"Sire, where are you, I have brought you a present!" she shouted.

OOC: Yeah, Ill do the same

BIC:

Coldstone was in a black robe standing next to the Grand's throne in which he was sitting in his new dark, powerful form. Coldstone and Sentinus had a permanent mind link, although Sentinus was the more powerful (by far), Coldstone was the more intelligent. Coldstone had become a Vizier almost

"The Grand Sentinus wishes for you to come forward," hissed Coldstone.

Flame frowned. Was that Harshing's voice? It was new for her who, every time she came, faced the Grand himself and noone else. She shook her head and sighed, glancing at the Centaur before once again climbing onto his back for if she was to make an entrance in front of Harshing it may as well be a good one. She patted his muscled shoulder before whispering 'move' harshly into his ear. The centaur, who apart from a small, half-hearted retort, made no attempt to throw her, moved forwards and followed the directions she gave.

Only once she was in the room did she once again slide from the beast's back and bow before her master, keeping hold of the centaur by a magical rope from her wand.

"Sire, I have brought you a gift."

Coldstone looked at the beast with no emotion. But, The Grand stood up and walked towards it, the elder wand at his side. "A turncoat Centaur?" He murmured, but still wanting an answer. "Explain him and what he is willing to do."

Harshing swished his cloak then sat on a smaller throne next to the Grand. He glared at the beast and then at Flame. "Master, we cannot trust these foul unfortunates-"

"-Silence Coldstone. I am the Master of this Family! Continue, Flame."

Flame's eyes did not meet her master's, but they followed him. His words were caught by her ears and she took them in. Harshing argued, but her master over-ruled him. Her good master. He alone deserved her loyalty. Why on earth had she ever let Harshing dominate her?

"The beast's name is Thane Minstrel- he's the one who showed me the way to their home in the forest." she informed the sire. "He is willing to do anything he must, including be ridden by those superior to him." she continued.

Flame paused. "Turning him was difficult, but I made sure he listened to me."

Sentinus looked at her then smiled. "You shall be rewarded of course, The mule will stay here. You shall return to my quarters at eight tonight where you shall be... trained." He smiled at her and then looked at the mule.

"For now flame, come and sit here," he tapped his lap.

He smiled and for some reason it made her feel better about herself. She was, in her own way, loyal to the cause, but at the same time mind occasionally wandered to the other side. What would it be like? But it was times like these that kept her loyal to the family, to her cause.

Rewarded? Her heart seemed to leap from her chest at the word. She'd recieved rewards before, and each time she liked them more. Eight. Her master's quaters at eight. She took a mental note of it. Then his next words came. Trained? Now what did that mean.

She was quick to take her indicated place and only once she was there did she return her gaze to the centaur, watching him silently, smugness plastered across her features.

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The centaur had been listening to everything, some things they said annoyed him, but he tried to stay calm. A single flint scratched the ground impatiently and his gaze met the Grand's own. Brown eyes shone brightly, chestnut pelt gleamed in the light. His body was muscled, his hair long, and his face filled with a blank expression. What was to be said to the turncoat centaur?

Sentinus held flame on his knee and with his other hand, stroked her inner leg. She was like his ragdoll now. His hand moved to her throat where he touched some of the markings he had given her. Some turned gold, others vanished.

"Mule - I grant you immunity from processing. It will be your duty to round up and trick the other centaurs to coming here where they can be killed immediately. Your reward will be great - you shall be master of the Forest of Dean. I shall give you magic in which all other creatures shall do your bidding."

She remained on his knee, unflinching. His touch was warming, welcome. Flame welcomed every moment with her master. Yes, she was his slave in many ways. His every wish was her command, or so it seemed. She had no way of knowing what was happening at her back, except the feel of his touch.

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The centaur smiled and lowered his head in recognition of his new master's command. So he was in charge of rounding up his peers? He knew where he would start, though he could not let her die. His sister, his dear dear sister, was far too useful to die. She could teach the young better than any other he had ever seen, so she could turn those younger than themselves. In that way they could soon have an army of centaurs ready to serve when needed. Yes, his plan was set, but how was he to know if it was ok if he did not ask.

"Master, may I suggest my first task be to bring my sister around to our way of thinking? I do not wish to see her die, and she would be useful."

"Yes, indoctrinate as many as possible," Sentinus smiled, in the end they would all be killed anyway, even the ones on their side. His hands still moved across her legs and onto her stomach, up to her chest. "Yes, Mule. You are now Master of the Centaurs - rule them all."

The centaur smiled and tilted his head in respect once more. "Of course. I shall start immediately." he told the man, turning and walking to the door, bowing head once more, before exiting.

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Flame sat still, taking pleasure in his touch. His touch was so wonderful. She'd have happily sat there forever, letting him touch her. How she loved it. How she wished it would never stop. It was impossible to describe how she felt.

He pushed her off. "Eight tonight. You shall be getting a present- call it a reward." he opened the door by magic and pointed to it. "Goodbye child."