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Date Posted: 17:27:28 01/08/04 Thu
Author: Misa
Subject: - Bound and broken -

Alone again it would seem. Depression and lonliness dogged the dappled mare's heels, a constant thorn in the normally sunny mare's side. The emptiness of her homeland and the seemingly unbreachable rift between herself and Circasia also weighed heavily on her mind. Unknowingly, she had fallen directly into her father's footsteps. Not the Cole of today who had found his way back amongst the living, but the Cole directly after Cymbra's death... broken, an empty shell.

Her light had reappeared oh so briefly before disappearing again. Taojin's short visits between long absences ripped the gray mare's emotions to shreds. The icing on the proverbial cake? No one to tell about it. Dull eyes had watched Ciri's appearance in the Grove and Cole's joyous welcome for her. Dropping her sharply chiseled face, much more pronounced now, she nosed listlessly at the lush greens. Dark shadows showed along her barrel, the light catching her ribs and creating hollows along her disheveled pelt. Who cared anymore? the gaunt ghost of the former beauty mused. Little family, no friends, only a memory for a mate, an empty terra to wander aimlessly around. She discharged a hot breath, head still down and glassy eyes staring blankly at the uneaten grass before her.

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*Simple and Plain* -- Cole, 07:45:06 01/09/04 Fri
- - Bound and broken - -- Misa, 13:28:54 01/09/04 Fri