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Date Posted: 10:39:14 10/21/03 Tue
Author: Mereret
Subject: :: This Path I Walk Alone ::
In reply to: �thoe 's message, "insan soul" on 20:41:36 10/19/03 Sun

:: Shifting her form so that she now sat up, her gray gaze narrowed. Let whoever was coming come. Let them all do as they please. She would do the same. Perhaps she would lie about after slicing open her wrists and louge about longing for that never ending sleep that would not ever come to her. Perhaps she would ravage the thoughts of the few who bothered to think of her. Mereret no longer wanted this life. All she felt was pain and lonliness. t'would be better if I were dead. Lately, that was the only thought running marathons in her skull. With the passing of months, the weather took on a chill and so had her persona. If she somehow managed to discover the escape from existance she craved, what would happen to the bastard son she bore? Thoughts linguring upon that aspect for a half moment, a conclusion had been reached. Often, she had come across her fledgling Fortuna with the child and noted how well they interacted together. Mereret was confident that the violet eyed girl would take the child under her metaphoical wing. Ah, Fortuna. She remembered when she first came across the girl. How prim and proper she had been then. But things change. A lot of things change. Finding that last bit of strength that had somehow been buried beneath all that misery, the Matriarch managed to stand under her own power, an inner rage fueling her. ::

I'm going home. That is what I want.

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Changling -- Changling, 20:02:37 10/21/03 Tue