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Date Posted: 20:03:21 04/27/01 Fri
In reply to:
The Soul Haunter
's message, "^...^ Changes ^...^" on 14:46:08 04/25/01 Wed
*everything was changing. the warmer weather brought about an unsettling feeling, a restlessness. yet at the same time she rejoiced the change, for too many a night had she shivered, cold and alone*
*she, too, noticed the lack of others in the forest. she knew there were others - there had to be. yet she saw or heard none. she had seen White Devil once, a mere glimpse. yet that was all... no other fillies, and no other colts*
*thinking of colts brought about the memory of Nameless... it had been such a long time ago - over two years now - and such a brief period of time in which they met - no longer than a few hours. yet why could she not forget him?*
*it didn't matter now, she told herself. he has forgotten you, and you must do the same. move on. mother would have...*
mother... *she missed solo. the death of that fiery mare had left an empty space in her heart, a void that left her incomplete... she was only half of a soul, only half of a heart. she needed to find her Other Half... it was the only way she could be happy*
*she looked at her father, the only other equine she trusted and loved in this world. her father, who, in his own quiet way, cared for her and protected her. her father, who knew so much and yet so little of his own self. he did not love? she almost laughed aloud. if anything, he loved more than any other soul she had met. his emptiness, his void... it was all in his mind, she told herself. how could he tell her that he knew not how to love, when he cared for her and the others? that, in her opinion, is as close to love as anyone would ever get*
*she approached her father carefully, her hooves finding areas where not a single noise was made* hello, father. it's quiet this morning, isn't it? *she remarked. her large, bright orbs - a pair of stars borrowed from the heavens - looking out underneath a tangled mesh of thick, dark tresses. she smiled softly at her father. she loved him, really. it was a plain and simple emotion. no complications, no strings attached. that was how she viewed love. why did her father not think the same?*
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