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Jan 1, 2006 22:21:01 GMT -5
Post by casia on Jan 1, 2006 22:21:01 GMT -5
Almost day and night now. She sighed. Nudging her barrel affectionetly. Soon, it will be soon. she said looking back up at Lakota
ooc|oy it really is dying!
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Jan 1, 2006 22:22:57 GMT -5
Post by Lakota on Jan 1, 2006 22:22:57 GMT -5
That is good. If the little one is kicking close to his time, he will not die. She peered at her own barrel, where her little one kicked. She snorted a bit as it kicked very hard.
((OOC: NOOO DIE! *slaps to wake you up*))
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Jan 1, 2006 22:24:58 GMT -5
Post by casia on Jan 1, 2006 22:24:58 GMT -5
Perhaps but what if something happens at the birthing time? That stag that is intruding on my lands what if he kills my foal?The thoughts ran quickly through her head of all the possibilities. ooc|alas i must now go to bed. tata
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Jan 1, 2006 22:26:43 GMT -5
Post by Lakota on Jan 1, 2006 22:26:43 GMT -5
[OOC: Alright, night. He won't do anything to hurt you. I have a friend who may be able to help. And remember, you have D'Artagnan and I.
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Jan 8, 2006 0:32:45 GMT -5
Post by D'Artagnan on Jan 8, 2006 0:32:45 GMT -5
'E nuzzled Lakota's neck gently, 'is orbs searching 'ers, wondering if she had overheard his secret. 'E saw no trace of such. Looking to Casia, 'is expression became apologetic. I should never have told her. 'e thought All I have done is lower myself in her eyes, and I feel no relief of having gotten this off my chest. Now she thinks I cannot take that stag and clear her land of intruders, as I said I would upon her command.
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Jan 8, 2006 17:12:52 GMT -5
Post by casia on Jan 8, 2006 17:12:52 GMT -5
She had no more words to vocalize. She looked back and forth from each of them. Her child would come soon with no trouble. She was strong of body, yet weak of mind. But slowly her stong bod grew weak with each coming and going day.
If only Pride was here. She would never get over his absence. Never. And now there child was born, and he would not see it. This child would be her pride, her joy...hey glory come. She smiled slightly with the thoughts of her unborn child.
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Jan 9, 2006 23:08:42 GMT -5
Post by Lakota on Jan 9, 2006 23:08:42 GMT -5
Watching the smile appear apon the faen's facade, she felt somewhat relieved. She looked to D'Artagnan, wondering about her own child. But when she noticed the slight look of worry that stung his orbs, she became somewhat worried. D'Artagnan? What is wrong? She of course hadn't heard his secret, but had wondered of what they spoke. She had seen the look in Casia's orbs when he finished speaking, and only could wonder what he had spoken of.
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Jan 11, 2006 14:48:31 GMT -5
Post by D'Artagnan on Jan 11, 2006 14:48:31 GMT -5
Must I lower your perception of me as well? 'E asked Lakota weakly. I do not wish to keep secrets from thee, but I fear this revelation would do more harm than good.
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Jan 11, 2006 16:14:23 GMT -5
Post by Lakota on Jan 11, 2006 16:14:23 GMT -5
Nothing you say can keep me from you. Do not think yourself low for doing so. Yet, if you wish to keep this secret, you may. I just hope you are not keeping something from me that is hurting you. If you need to say it, or want to, go ahead. But keep it if you wish not to. She smiled to him. I worry that something is paining you. If so, tell it to me.
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Jan 12, 2006 19:53:35 GMT -5
Post by casia on Jan 12, 2006 19:53:35 GMT -5
Her and Pride had been like this at one point. Before he left. She missed him so much...Her life was no longer complete. Perhaps when she ahd her child her life would become more worth living.
ooc|my muse is dead, plus i am sick of writing cuz shes so depressed! lol
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Jan 16, 2006 19:29:17 GMT -5
Post by D'Artagnan on Jan 16, 2006 19:29:17 GMT -5
'E shivered, though the night was warm. Aye, it troubles me. I was once held captive by the two-legs.
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Jan 20, 2006 22:10:13 GMT -5
Post by Lakota on Jan 20, 2006 22:10:13 GMT -5
The two-legs? She gasped. She could never have pictured D'Artagnan captive. But she knew that he was who he was. Of course, she was shocked. Hearing it for the first time left her speechless. But she wasn't one to judge apon one's past. She looked at him with an unexplicable expression in her orbs, unable to put into words that she didn't care, couldn't imagine him being such way, a wonder yet knowledge of why he'd kept this secret, and even a slight bit of laughter. This laughter was not to make fun, but to show that this was alright. She had met many domesticated equines that had escaped... Her only true friend being so. Though, Luka had been recaptured, almost along with herself. Her secret was that she had been captured, but escaped, full of guilt as her friend cried for her rescue. A bit of pain tinged her soft orbs as she remembered him. But she had to push it off. 'Twas not the time.
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Jan 20, 2006 22:40:31 GMT -5
Post by casia on Jan 20, 2006 22:40:31 GMT -5
She waited for Lakota's reaction...there it was. She lowered her eyes to the drab sod. She looked quickly back up at D'artagnan. SO good wasnt he. Yes, so truthful and trustworthy. She looked back to her right into the Darkness where she had stood just before. How had Jiri come upon her? A ghost? A dream? What could it have been? Her mind was so occupied by many things. The coming foal, the loss of Pride, the attack from Jiri.
She turned away from the two. She would leave them to their own business. She wished to tread the land thinking, pondering. She needed to find the proper place for her soon to come, beloved foal to be born. Into the Darkness she walked. it engulfed her raven coloured bod willingly and hungrily.
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Jan 21, 2006 12:10:07 GMT -5
Post by D'Artagnan on Jan 21, 2006 12:10:07 GMT -5
'Is orbs searched Lakota's as 'e breathed a sigh of relief. Noting Casia's departure, 'e spoke. I get the feeling we are no longer wanted 'ere. Let us leave her to her own devices. She need only call if she wishes our company. 'E smirked sadly at this, knowing that as a dark Casia was bound to seek solitude in her suffering.
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Jan 21, 2006 12:17:15 GMT -5
Post by casia on Jan 21, 2006 12:17:15 GMT -5
Hearing his words she turned bak unto them slightly. At least she had friends. She had never had friends before except when she was young. Those years were good. Those years Jiri actually loved her and was sane. Those years she had many who loved her. She sighed a spoke quietly.
If you wish not to leave you do not have to but to my understanding you are expecting a foal of your own and have land to look over now.
These vocals were not spoken harshly nor were they angry, just upset or boredly perhaps. Perhaps. She knew not her emotions any longer. She knew not her feelong either. So sad wasnt it? It was depressing. Her life was a joke now. At least that was how she saw it. A joke.
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