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Post by `anntho on Dec 28, 2008 12:25:34 GMT -5
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Stop it Mother! I'm not a little kid! It's not even dark yet either! I stormed, my voice rising angerly and both harks pinned backwards, I was ticked off. Your still under my rule until your out of here Echo. My mother's voice shrilled above mine, she was just as mad as me. Rounding wildly I pinned our gazes together, the pupils equally narrow slits, the iris darker than there normal there icy blue shades. With another evil glare I turned around again and tore off, back through the woods, I knew my way around perfectly. The tree and wind blew by me, the ground just a blur as I moved swiftly, dodging things, tripping once or twice, but never touching the ground, I would never fall again, not after that first one so many months ago.
Suddenly, the warmth was on my back and I stopped in the center of the meadow, looking around me and finding the little stream that I used to splash in. Tottling over to it quietly I dipped my muzzle into it and slurped up the liquid, my harks finally coming forward and my muscles untensing, I was relaxing, like I did everytime me and my mother clashed. Glancing up I let the breeze blow through my pelt, sure it was icy, but it felt nice against my warm body.
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Watching Echo charge away only made me, well angier, with a snarl I started after her only to stop at the tree line and mutter with myself, it was pointless to race after the child, she had to much of her Father in her, to much of us both. I threw my head around pulling the rest of my body with me, stalking off in a different direction, I'd take the long way around, give us both time to cool off, though it probably wouldn't help much. With a few more disgruntled snort I picked up the pace, but before long I was racing across the ground, sure-footed and head strong in the way I was going.
I spotted the filly, just standing on a snow mound, like she was queen on the grounds, her gaze seemingly all-knowing and her posture defiant, she was in her own little world again, bah, when would she realize she'd need to change if she wanted to be queen of anything. Slowing my pace as I started to get nearer she suddenly looked up and the difference in her made me freeze...she, she didn't look like herself at all. She didn't look defiant anymore, she looked, well, simply, evil if I can put it that way. This was something to tell Zarian when I bumped into him.
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Trill Stalker
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In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
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Post by Trill Stalker on Dec 29, 2008 0:21:27 GMT -5
Zarian
God Has Forsaken Me And What Is Mine. My ears swiveled on top of my head taking in the sounds of my land. It was early morning so not much was stering but there was the muffled sounds of voice. And from the tones it sounded like who ever they were, they were not talking about butterflies and morning skies. I sighed, my work was never done, but if I did not have all these complications then I would surly die of boredom. My long muscled legs carried me over the land towards the ever rising voices. Soon enough I could make out who was speaking it was my beloved Batel and our daughter Echo. Tisk Tisk, you have not been a very attentive father. Puritinus scolded playfully. My eyes narrowed but I did not reply the more you gave them the more they could play. My nose came upon the fresh sent of the two fays and another sigh escaped my throat, my little one had run from her mother. And Batel, the ever diligent had gone a different way. Most likely to collect her head and to give Echo her space for some time.
I turned my body and followed the trail of Batel, the two of us had some talking to do. My legs were longer then my mares –even with her angered strides- so I soon found her in my sights. She was standing half in the foliage half out of it and all her attention was stuck on something in the opening of one of my meadows. I silently stalked closer to my Batel, not so much as to scare her as to give her time to do what ever she was doing.
Right when my body slide up along Batels side my heart stopped; because I now saw what had her enthralled. Echo, or what resembled my daughter stood in the center of the meadow her head raised and her body looking all devilish. OoOoo baby! She is defiantly my spawn. Carnage whooped. It shocked me only a little bit more then the current situation because I had never heard Carnage be so happy in his life. My eyes scrunched together and opened again, yup my daughter still stood there looking like a perfect dark. “Batel, I am so sorry.” My voice was wounded, I had never imagined that my multy personality disorder could have been spread threw sex like an STD. |
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Post by `anntho on Dec 29, 2008 9:20:34 GMT -5
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When Zarian came up beside me, I didn't even turn to gaze at him like any other mare might of, I was all to worried about my daughter, and how she could of gotten my darkest secret, something no one saw. Both of my ears flattened themselves, dropping like that of a morally wounded beast, just accused of being a coward for picking on something smaller. My gaze dropped and I shifted around uncomfortably, bumping Zarian's shoulder and then looking up to him quietly, what would he think when I told him I did this to our first child?
Zar--What?! You think you did this? I squeak with the sudden changes in my tone, my gaze all but disbeleiving, how could he think like that? It's not like he had some wrong diagnosed bi-polar, heh, wrongly diagnosed alright. Pushing my muzzle out to his I settled for his neck, it was closest and away from his teeth. That's my fault up there. I should of told you before she was born. I continued to stumble along in my sentenced, one ear finally coming up slowly and ranging in on him.
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Both of my ears came up as I heard them, my demineer becoming the same as before, what were they arguing about? Mum? Dad? I ventured, coming down off my rise and tottling forward, blinking as I noticed how they both were looking at me, and then accusing themselves. It was wierd, but all grown ups were wierd. Hey...Dad...What's going on? I mumured again, looking up at him from below his muzzle, my gaze intent, I wanted to know what they were talking about, and why Mum's eyes keep dancing from me to Dad non-stop, this was getting really akward.
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