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Date Posted: 16:12:36 03/30/01 Fri
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The Soul Haunter
's message, "Steed of obsidian, with another horrid story of a past hopefully forgotten by all but him...>>>" on 16:17:13 03/29/01 Thu
*she, too, took the time to look around the changing forest. indeed, it was bursting into life. from darkness sprung forth life. it was ironic, almost, how similar she was to the black forest around her. she, too, used to be evil, caring for no one. love was a foreign word to her, yet now her love knew no bounds. she was happy. her heart was happy, her mind was happy, her eyes shone with joy. yet her soul was still discontent. she loved haunter. and she knew she'd grow to love the boss as well...*
*but love was what had destroyed druid. destroyed revenge. destroyed herself. love had sucked away everthing she knew, and left her an empty shell, knowing only anger and hatred. she knew that she had few fears, yet love... it was her greatest fear of all*
*she knew not not how to love, for she had never loved before. did she love her first son? no. how could she? he was dead before he was even born. did she love her second son? no. how could she, when all he was to her was a betrayer? did she love sheten? no. how could she, when all he was to her was her Lord?*
*she never loved before. she had never been loved before. she looked back at haunter, her hollow eyes - so full of life, yet so full of pain - looked deep into his*
do you love me...? *she wanted to ask, but couldn't*
do i love you...? *this, too, was something she'd never be able to ask him*
*she forced her thoughts aside, and walked up to haunter and the boss. she nickered quietly to the stallion, brushing her velvet muzzle against his neck briefly. she looked down at her growing stomach. there was life in her, she realized. another chance, not just for her, but to her future son/daughter as well...*
*she stood beside haunter, looking at the boss. she, too, had a large barrel. soon, there would be two new additions to this herd. she managed a soft smile - an encouraging smile. was this the boss' first time? she wondered*
will your foal be your first? *she asked. this, at least, was a question that wasn't too hard to ask* i've had two other foals in my life. i'm pretty sure you're a lot younger than i. *...and a lot prettier, she thought. the boss' rare white coat made her seem graceful as well as beautiful. beside her own copper hide, she felt... well, not as beautiful, anyways. grace was never her strong point. yet force hadn't always been, either...*
*she remembered her first few years. she had been hesitant, unsure. she hated training, hated being an evil. she was resistant, considered a rebel and a danger. her sire and dam were always worried that she'd soon turn into a neutral, which would of course result in being an outcast*
*so much had changed since then. now almost an old mare, at nine years, she had seen a lot of anger. a lot of bloodshed. a lot of pain... she was more unsure of what she was now than she was eight years ago*
one last chance... just one more... it can't be too much to ask... please... *she pleaded in her mind*
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