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Date Posted: 16:52:31 06/07/04 Mon
In reply to:
isto'zotreth
's message, "± | ± obsessive death ± | ±" on 18:22:31 06/06/04 Sun
Ever quietly, I kept my vigil beneath the Gaian, my dark grey hide humbled near her radiant complexion. Although I found my brother's affection rather odd and unexpected, it was in truth very comforting. At least I knew for certain one of my siblings cared for me, however the topic did not matter to me. I could care very little if all of them detested me, but being liked has its advantages.
Taken aback for a little moment, I happily returned my brother's embrace - my fragile arms wrapping 'round him as I nuzzled his cheek. It was all bittersweet, for I shall always be second to Avuna, and she shall possibly dislike me for even being such. Oh well, be as it may, I accept it just fine.
Turning to my copper brother, my low-tone, silken voice emitted in its usual soft key. Yet I made sure I could be heard by most, for I did not wish to be heard by just Zotreth.
.|I am to go resst by our mother. Her time here iss ssshort, and I believe we ssshould ssspend more time with her than dissscusssing thessse mattersss. I am ss'certain ssshe, and Ezzmerelda, would wisssh the sssame|.
Content with my decision, I rose gracefully and made my way over to our resting mother. Althouth I did not allow my feelings to be observed upon my visage, my heart ached as I gazed upon her. Such pain and torment she has gone through, and will go through, all for us. I only prayed my siblings understood why she is leaving us with Ezmerelda, and why she is leaving in the first place. But with understanding comes the harsh reality. It was this that brought a wave of guilt upon me, however I knew it was misplaced. I knew it was not my, our, fault this was happening, yet in truth it was.
Approaching silently, I laid myself down beside her exhuasted, beautiful dial. Coiling my tail 'round my form, wings draped over me, my head upon my tucked hunches, I appeared similar to a feline. Leaving my blue and evergreen ooids partially opened, my focus was on the femme, my birthmother, who lay before me. How guilty I felt, though I knew I was not to blame, but still..
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