Post by nuzzer2 on Apr 30, 2008 17:27:00 GMT -5
; Jaliya
Marked by a demon that was what I had been wasn’t it? That was what I had managed to throw myself out in. Dark crown lowered to the water surface, the face which was reflected in the clear liquid was that of a haunted mare – one who had lost everything, and still was naïve enough to believe in second chances. Nostrils flared and a light steam of hot air came out, the surface rippled and the reflection was lost until the liquid had settled down once again. Hazel orbs closed as a single tear ran down my cheek, I couldn’t believe this had happened to me – against my wishes, or could you say that? I wanted a foal by Riku – but would it be Riku’s foal or that of Xehanort?
More crystal tears crawled down my cheeks and down to the surface, ripping the dark reflection apart again and again. Finally I raised my crown and released a shrill whinny filled with sorrow, would anyone be able to hear me? Would anyone care? Who could I turn to in the time of need? I turned my head towards the Black Lake – was Xehanort still in control? I missed Riku badly, yet I was afraid to return and face him – perhaps he could never look at me again, maybe he would sneer at me and call me a whore, but wasn’t he in his full right? I could be pregnant by his worst enemy.
Pregnant by the devil, why didn’t this scare the hell out of me? I despised Xehanort and would never ever want a spawn by him, but could it really be his foal? It was Riku’s body – yet Xehanort in control, would that be enough for Riku to shun the poor thing, perhaps even hunt it down to kill it? No, Riku wasn’t like that was he? I wasn’t going to stand and watch him kill my baby, if I had to I would fight him for the life of me and the unborn filly or colt. But, what if the foal was deformed again? What if I couldn’t carry normal foals? I was being a hypocrite now and freaking out over nothing, of course I would be able to carry normal foals – I wanted to, especially this one.
I stopped before a huge tree, what could he be doing now? Did he really hate me? The sadness grabbed my heart yet again, he had not fought for me – a clear proof of him not needing me, not caring – and that had hurt like hell.
“It will just be us two baby, just us two – he doesn’t need us, but I’ll love you, I promise”
My voice was low – more like a mumble – yet soft and gentle just like a mothers warm embrace. I was alone with my baby, who would take a pregnant mare in – especially when she was carrying the potential spawn of the devil. Orbs turned towards south, down there Serpent had a mother – a evil one, she would be living with a dark stallion – perhaps I could seek refuge there, hidden as one of the darks? I was torn in so many directions it hurt. [/size]
