Sadness encumbers his silence -- Devil's Mountain

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Or was he gone? -- Daigal, 07:34:19 04/07/03 Mon

As if the young filly's words had brought him from death, the stallion finds himself once more standing by the boundary of the territory. Or perhaps it had been the sadness of the filly that had brought him. He had not heard the words himself, but even as he pauses uncertainly he can see through his mind's eye the tie that binds him to his small family.

He glances over his shoulder warily, his frame shaking with the exertion of his earlier gallop. His grandfather would not be pleased that he had returned, but he feels he needs to at least say goodbye properly. And so, although his unsteady poles wobble under his weight, he drives them forward unmercifully. Once his grandfather finds out that he has left, his time here, back in Cascade Mountains, will be cut short drastically. Knowing his grandfather, he knows the stallion would not come himself but send a messenger -- most probably Daigal's own mother.

He grits his teeth against the pain that abruptly explodes along the length of his body, his slender flutes following the sound of the rock which had set off the sensation. When the world turns upside down Daigal stops in surprise, his ears twitching frantically as he feels the ground, or the sky, connect with his legs, chest, and then muzzle. He lays there for a moment, his eyes closed against the obscenity that rules the land and heavens around him. He despairs from being able to go on, but eventually he clambers to his hooves, his head hanging as he has to again pause to gather his strength.

This little visit is turning out to be quite an ordeal.

If only, he thinks waveringly, I had the power of mind-speech. Then I wouldn't even have had to sneak out, I would just have spoken to Sophie and Leila from there. About to shake this thought aside, he stops himself just in time; he really doesn't need another black-out.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> A little visit from the after-life. -- Daigal, 07:35:51 04/07/03 Mon

As if the young filly's words had brought him from death, the stallion finds himself once more standing by the boundary of the territory. Or perhaps it had been the sadness of the filly that had brought him. He had not heard the words himself, but even as he pauses uncertainly he can see through his mind's eye the tie that binds him to his small family.

He glances over his shoulder warily, his frame shaking with the exertion of his earlier gallop. His grandfather would not be pleased that he had returned, but he feels he needs to at least say goodbye properly. And so, although his unsteady poles wobble under his weight, he drives them forward unmercifully. Once his grandfather finds out that he has left, his time here, back in Cascade Mountains, will be cut short drastically. Knowing his grandfather, he knows the stallion would not come himself but send a messenger -- most probably Daigal's own mother.

He grits his teeth against the pain that abruptly explodes along the length of his body, his slender flutes following the sound of the rock which had set off the sensation. When the world turns upside down Daigal stops in surprise, his ears twitching frantically as he feels the ground, or the sky, connect with his legs, chest, and then muzzle. He lays there for a moment, his eyes closed against the obscenity that rules the land and heavens around him. He despairs from being able to go on, but eventually he clambers to his hooves, his head hanging as he has to again pause to gather his strength.

This little visit is turning out to be quite an ordeal.

If only, he thinks waveringly, I had the power of mind-speech. Then I wouldn't even have had to sneak out, I would just have spoken to Sophie and Leila from there. About to shake this thought aside, he stops himself just in time; he really doesn't need another black-out.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Ooops, I didn't realize it had posted the first time. -- Daigal's player, 10:05:01 04/07/03 Mon

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> }{ flying without wings }{ -- Sophonia, 10:11:49 04/07/03 Mon

}{ She looks up casually, her eyes widening at the sight of Daigal stumbling into the territory. Frozen, she watches as he haults. She suddenly comes to her senses and trots over to him, wishing for all the world that she could touch him one more, but she didn't know if he was just a figment of her own desire or if he were really there. "D-daigal?" She said, her voice quivering, antennae as far forward as they would go. Paper-thin nares flare as she grasps at his faint scente. }{

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> |{ no shining Star ever held more beauty than a single Life }| -- Leila, 16:42:45 04/07/03 Mon

Shoving the greetings of the newcomer outside of her cluttered mind, the filly's head briskly shifts to take careful notations of the current happenings elsewhere. Second thoughts do not occur. Wheeling around on her heels, she thrusts her legs forward. Narrowing her eyes, Leila struggles for a brief picture of the blurred figure. Ceasing by Sophonia's side, her eyes widen with both shock and excitement. Analyzing the stallion, a confused grin carves on her disbelieved features. Could this possibly be her father? Almond optics continue to analyze the dark form, as recognition gradually engulfs memory.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> No figment; real enough for thee. -- Daigal, 18:15:29 04/07/03 Mon

Daigal gives his mate a shakey grin. "Hello, Sophie." He reaches to touch her lightly, a jolt sparking his mind as he takes in her sweet aroma. I'm back. I'm back, and only now I realize the treasure I had left behind. His gaze turning reluctantly from Sophie, it lands upon the filly, his daughter. His daughter... if his form were human he would be crying a river of joy. "Leila," he says gently, his muzzle dropping slowly to her height. "Remember me? Your father?" It pains him to ask of the filly such a question, but she had been only a week or so old when he had left, he can't expect her to remember something as vague as a father's face.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .The Worst Spell.�.�. -- Hell's Spell, 18:33:29 04/07/03 Mon

Demon's dark optics gaze at the male, so it seemed he missed someone. dark optics turn to the filly. "Hello Leila, I am Hell's Spell. He turns to the mare. "Hello.."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> }{ flying without wings }{ -- Sophonia, 10:08:37 04/08/03 Tue

}{ She blinks, mesmorized and overjoyed at the ability to exchange a loving nuzzle with her mate once more. "Oh Daigal, I missed you so."}{

[Sorry so short...]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> |{ no shining Star ever held more beauty than a single Life }| -- Leila, 16:53:44 04/08/03 Tue

Her thoughts swallow the faint memory of this stallion, as he introduced himself yet once more in her life. The painted sculpture nods, memory drenched in recognition. Lips parting into a smile, Daigal's image blurred with her sudden tears. "Daddy!" The second word was spoken. Leila presses her cheek against his front leg compassionately, expression softening into an affectionate glow.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Sweet life, thou art mine! [*Grin* Don't you just love my Shakespeare?] -- Daigal, 15:14:36 04/09/03 Wed

He swallows back tears, his muzzle lowering to alight upon the filly's own, small head. "Oh, Leila..." For a moment he simply rests against his daughter's dial, his muzzle placed between her silken lobes. At his mate's words, however, he lifts his dial to once again reach to touch her; how blessed is he to have such precious gems!

"And I missed you," he murmurs. "And never again will I leave you, never!"

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> }{ Such joy }{ -- Sophonia, 08:59:35 04/12/03 Sat

}{ As he spoke those words, that promise she had hoped she might hear, her heart leapt. Such joy could not be spoken of or even thought of until now. The gaping hole that had been left behind when he left was now full, her family was whole once more. Pressing her head against his barrel, enjoying the sensation of touch, she revelled the near-silence that surrounded them. From her position she could only hear the safe, reassuring sound of his heart beating rapidly, and feel his sides rise and fall with each breath. }{

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Love -- Daigal, 12:39:38 04/12/03 Sat

(Ooooh, so we're switching into past tense, are we? I think I can deal with that... ;])

For now he willed his aches and pains aside, although his body could not ignore them even as his mind tried. Slowly he moved his muzzle around to touch her warmly, his eyes closing as he ordered his body sternly to relax. Just for a moment, he told it, just let me be for a one moment longer....

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [One of my bad habits, I always switch around verb tenses... It's really bad. I just write and it just comes out.] -- Sophonia, 13:28:40 04/12/03 Sat

}{ Her eyelids fluttered softly against his sleek coat, though she felt discomfort from with'n him. Seagreen eyes peered at him beneath veiled lashes, they were full of concern. "Daigal... you ok?" }{

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [I hadn't noticed.] -- Daigal, 19:55:07 04/12/03 Sat

He allows himself a shaky breath. "I'm fine, Sophie," he says gently. "I'm just a bit tired."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> |{ no shining Star ever held more beauty than a single Life }| -- Leila, 08:11:03 04/13/03 Sun

Warmth attaches to her being, as she grasps observation upon the duo. A long string of thoughts follows behind. Biting her bottom lip in tension, the will to ask Daigal haunted her. Yet, Leila needed to assure herself the stallion's words were of truth, that he would not diminish from Devil's Mountain. Inquiry becoming to the level of unbearable, the foal raised her crania to release a piece of stress. "Daddy stays?" False hope was not to be found.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> No lies here. -- Daigal, 11:31:10 04/13/03 Sun

A smile courses through him, his eyes warm as he lips the filly's ear affectionately. "Daddy stays," he confirms, silently daring his grandfather to deny this. His grandfather can rot for all he cares; he won't be taken from his family again. However... "Why don't you show daddy the way to the closet stream?" He asks his daughter with a grin. "I'm filling a bit dry."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> }{ leading the way }{ -- Sophonia, 13:46:09 04/13/03 Sun

}{ With a grin she starts off towards the stream that ran through the outskirts of the range of this mountain. [Jeez... I dunno what to write...] Starry pelt shimmers lightly in the late afternoon sun, and her seagreen eyes glance back often to make sure Daigal is all right. }{

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> |{ no shining Star ever held more beauty than a single Life }| -- Leila, 18:04:57 04/13/03 Sun

Nodding, the filly indicated her understanding. Slender legs carry the small form in the direction of Sophonia. Legs dancing wildly along the twisted path, her crania turns to whicker to her father, acknowledging the way. Her pace breaks slightly into a brisk trot, mane whipping her neck.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Easy does it... -- Daigal, 19:38:57 04/13/03 Sun

For a moment he simply stands and watches the two females, the two loves and jewels of his life. He can't help but keep falling back onto that singular thought; he loves them, he had missed them, he's back to stay with them. However, thinking isn't going to help his poor, battered body, only action will, and so he slowly picks up a hoof and stumbles his way after them.

He hadn't realized how truly tired he is.

Every pebble and stick seem like another large obstacle just waiting to trip him, and his hooves feel like 2-ton rocks are tied to his legs. By the time he reaches the stream, his pelt is coated with sweat and his nares are flaring wildly in the effort to regain the air lost. Gingerly he steps closer to the water, bending his neck slowly and hoping that he won't lose his footing. Nevertheless, it's worth the trouble, he feels, when his lips connect with the water and the liquid slides down his throat. Perhaps this is what does him in, the pleasure in having such a relief as a cool drink. Because when he has had his fill, he is unable to move away. His exhaustion has finally pounced; now all he can do is stand by the stream, with his head lowered, and breathe.