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 Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:24 pm
 Journey's once-beautiful gray face was smeared with tears and dirt. She still lay where she had collapsed when Kiefer had run off, still wrapped in her own wings' feeble, yet somewhat comforting, embrace. Her eyes stared straight ahead, dull and listless, and she could feel herself slowly slipping away from reality. She had long since stopped crying, but the thin, salty trails the tears left behind made her face feel sticky and stone-cold in the December weather.
She laid her head down on the dirt, cushioned only by a small, prickly patch of icy, dead grass. She knew it should hurt, but it didn't; she felt numb, cold, isolated.
Her stomach hurt. More like ached. Either way, she felt sick and in pain all the same, glancing out the corner of her eyes at the growing mass that used to be her stomach and now housed the children of the Deserter. She didn't feel as she thought she would when she was finally pregnant; she pictured a loving, stable environment with the stallion she loved. Instead, she got a bloody git of a one-night-stand and the eternal reminders of his betrayal of her trust.
She felt herself hate them for a moment, then stopped herself. She didn't hate the foals. She hated the stallion.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:41 pm
 Sastimos hummed to himself as he walked. It seemed his meditation was lousy these days. It was harder for him to concentrate. He needed something to do. Boredome came more easily.
He hummed rather badly and loudly and stopped suddenly to fix his feathers. When he was ready to go again however he stopped in mid step. Right in front of him was a...a...mare? It was a mare, but she was laying in an odd fasion. She was crying.
Sastimos opened his mouth but closed it again. Shouldn't he have heard her? But maybe his humming had taken care of his hearing for a while. He looked down at the pitiful scene and could only think of one thing to do: He layed by her and covered her with a wing. "There there! Sastimos thinks you will be alright. Shhh. What is troubling miss?" he asked softly attempting to cheer her up. But he wasn't sure it was possible. She seemed beyond care. She made Sastimos want to curl up and cry himself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:50 pm
Journey sniffed and lifted her head to look at what had joined her, hoping beyond hope that it was an Angel of Death or, god-forbid, Kiefer coming back to her. But then she realized that Kiefer didn't have wings. So she focused her eyes a little better and saw something she wasn't expecting.
A stallion.
She felt an urge to lash out, to hurt him, but she held herself back. Maybe he could help her.
"What isn't troubling me?" she croaked out, her voice hoarse and her throat sore.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 8:57 pm
Sastimos saw anger in her eyes for a moment and thought to himself that he should not have been so rude. "Forgive Sastimos miss. Tell him about your troubles." he whispered gently hoping she would not see fit to kick the living soul out of him. "What is miss' name?" he asked trying to get her to speak.
He didn't care if her voice was terrible. Maybe it would help her to get her troubles out. Bottling feelings is just horrible. He blinked at her kindly, showing her that he was there to help.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:05 pm
"It's not your fault," she said kindly, blinking one final tear from her eyes before inhaling sharply, trying to end the spell. "AF Final Quest's the name, Journey to the lazy and those that don't want their hind ends kicked, and you are forgiven, Sastimos."
She smiled a little; weakly, at first, then a little stronger. "You are a stallion. How would you know the woes and troubles of a pregnant mare?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 9:21 pm
"Nice to meet you...AF F--Journey." he said deciding to go with the short name. "Sastimos agrees. Miss Journey is right in suspecting that Sastimos does not know the troubles of a pregnant mare. But just because he is a stallion does not mean he cannot help. Tell Sastimos, was it a stallion that made miss Journey feel so troubled?" He felt bad for her. And if a stallion had done this to her...Oh that would piss him off good. Sastimos was not usually one to get angry, but on rare occasion it happened. If the stallion was lucky Journey would hold Sastimos back from hunting him down. It didn't matter what he had done. Who makes a pregnant mare cry like that?
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 7:54 am
Journey nodded solemnly. "He is the father of the foals I carry with me today," she said gravely. "And he abandoned me."
He looked to the ground and blinked away hot, fresh tears that were threatening to make a reappearance. She didn't feel like crying solved anything, but there she was, wanting to bawl her way into oblivion.
"He is a right bloody git, he is," she added softly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 11:54 am
He blinked at her for a moment and then sighed. "Sastimos would like to point out that maybe stallion did not deserve miss Journey? Everything happens for a reason. Sastimos thinks it will be alright." he nuzzled her lightly, trying to comfort her as best as he could. This was horrible! "Yes, Sastimos agrees. But calling names will not help miss." He nodded gravely and looked at her. Would everything be ok though? Maybe the spirits would guide her. But it seemed she needed more than that. What would her foals think of their father growing up? They wouldn't have a father.
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