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Post by _shadowed_ on Feb 15, 2006 19:55:43 GMT -5
can not beleive this happened again
how blind am i to fall again
how blindly i trusted him with what was left of my soul
and how he tore it to shreds in one little blow
how can this be but surely unreal
can not be true i beg of you
let me wake with tears in my eyes
rise to know it was never for'real
just a rash dream in some twisted world
with ragged realism and roughed emotion
let this not bind me forever more
please let me awaken and rise once more
do not leave me here bound by these chains
release me and save me from this horrid pain
yet he who stole my soul alone
maybe be the keeper of its key
which lone would spear me from the pain
and unbind the chains that tied me here
but how could the keeper of lock and key
be the one to set me free
when he be the reason i cry at night
the reason i be bound so tight
so in the end of no happy closing
there is no prince in shining armor
no good knight on snow-covered stead
hopelessly left to wander away
lost in neither reality nor dream
yet somewhere in between
forever and for always a broken beast
born whole and now wanders in one last peice
only kept down by chains alone
to ponder of the day this pain will let go [/color][/size] |
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Feb 15, 2006 20:06:50 GMT -5
Fae of speckled white came near th' young one, nicker emerged as she came towards it, 'twas instinct, since she herself, and of course Death Kiss, couldn't have a child, since 'e was a gelding, but she still drew toward th' child, vocals emerged, soft and tender, 'Lo, M'child, why be it you are here? 'er tone was caring, for dearly sh' wanted th' young one to be happy, as her days of foal hood had been ((cruddy post  )) |
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Post by _shadowed_ on Feb 15, 2006 20:12:02 GMT -5
She stumbled back as the dove spoke to her. She quickly recovered herself and glared at the mare with strong shoulders. Weakness was failer, failer was death. She must be strong no matter what happened. She snorted and studied the fae as she felt small near her.
.[..].It-it be i have no family.[..].
She stuttered out to the dove before her. She could not trust this fae, no matter what tone or maner she spoke or used. She could be just like the others and would turn on her. But, but what if she was different... [/size][/center] |
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Feb 15, 2006 20:22:27 GMT -5
Sh' nodded understandingly, wishing sh' might want to stay with 'er and Death Kiss, but sh' wanted to get to know 'er, sh' sensed uneasiness about th' foal, I be Mystic Cloud, you? |
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Post by _shadowed_ on Feb 16, 2006 1:12:25 GMT -5
She relaxed little, but relaxed she did. She breathed easier now, feeling comfort in this fae. She looked puzzled and confused why this would be, but she didn't ask.
.[..].I be Lost.[..].
She smiled softly [/size][/center] {sorry horrible post} |
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Feb 16, 2006 9:06:00 GMT -5
((not as horible as mine!)) she nodded, auds flicked as th' young fae spoke, she stretched out 'er nape and gave th' foal a small nuzzle, before returning to her full height, unknowing of how to comfort th' foal, she asked, Might you like to join me in the western lands? |
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Post by _shadowed_ on Mar 2, 2006 18:34:26 GMT -5
She stumbled backwards from the fae's touch. She throw half her frame into the air slitly, but quickly crashed back down. She grunted, tossing her crown. Her orbs found their way to the dove. The light of day showing off the puzzled, bewildered reflection in them. She calmed her breathing moments later and thought over her own behavor. She was being meek! Meekness was the chain of weakness and weakness was failer. She took a breath and straightened her crown, fixing it to the sky. She may be young, but her childhood was taken away and traded for her survival and she could not trust that she was safe. She would be tough and strong like she know she could be, like she had to be.
.[..].Which Side Does Your Heart Be Claimed By?.[..].
She asked, pacing to the left of the fae in a half circle and then paused to smell the air. Her orbs darted over the land quickly and then fell to the dove beside her as she moved on. Her pistons slowly striked the earth as her crown bobbed with the motion of her frame. She come infront of the fae's right shoulder and turned to be facing her though slitly stepped off to the side awaiting her answer.
{this is her trying to hid herself...i didnt forget her age, she just knows how to act older then she is..if you know what i mean} |
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Mar 2, 2006 22:08:46 GMT -5
She smiled gently to Lost, taking a step back to give her room, My heart be claimed by th' ways of th' neutrals, though I lean more toward th' lights, for war 'tis no pleasure, Her sweet vocals chimed in the cool breeze, her tassle flicking back and forth, ridding herself of th' winged beasts, her crystal liquids looked gently 'pon th' younger fae, knowing she'd never be able to have a child of her own, not Death Kiss's, anyway, but she would never betray him purposely...
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Post by _shadowed_ on Mar 5, 2006 13:23:19 GMT -5
She studied her. War bad? She shrugged and nodded her head in thought. She stepped forward bravely.
.[..].So Who Would Be My Sire Adopted.[..].
She asked with a soft smile
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Mar 5, 2006 21:30:52 GMT -5
She smiled gently at the flicka, You're adopted sire would be Death Kiss, he be kind, and would fight to the death... she said, and she meant it literally, remembering how they got separated because of invaders, and how he had to fight them off...
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Post by _shadowed_ on Mar 6, 2006 6:34:18 GMT -5
She nodded her crown in thought, thinking over the fae's offer more. Dare she trust her and Death Kiss? Could she? Could she finally find room in her heart to love and accept love back? She shock her crown from her thoughts.
.[..].So Does That Make You My Mother Now?.[..].
She asked, shyly stepping closer to the dove. [/color][/size] |
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Post by o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o on Mar 6, 2006 9:13:08 GMT -5
She smiled at th' young flicka, her sweet vocals rang once more in the cool breeze, If you wish me to be, then yes, I would be your new mother...
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Post by _shadowed_ on Mar 9, 2006 10:26:49 GMT -5
She nodded and then smiled softly. She had a family now, a real family that would not leave me. She had a sire and a dam to take care of her. She reach out her muzzle to the dove, her mother.
.[..]. I have a family now .[..].
She said softly... [/size] *EWWWWW sorry no no no muse! -tear-* |
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