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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 5:01 pm
It started out as a typical day. The sun rose as it always did, the birds sang like they always did.. Yet something was off. Torey, as he sauntered along the edge of the river, black hooves sinking into the damp soil along the water's edge. Silvery-gray eyes stared ahead, a far-off look in them as he walked. What was it.. This strange feeling in the air? Smoke trailed after him from his mane and tail, leaving a faint trail of where he had come from. He suddenly stopped, eyes wide. The had finally figured out what was wrong!
He was lonely.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:26 am
Not that she was bright now, of course, but at least she had gotten over her desire for death. Morbid as she was, bitter as she was, sarcastic as she was, Cassiel figured she'd allow the end to haunt her in it's own good time. For now, she'd merely move through the world like a crimson and white wraith and leave the act of living to those better prepared for it.
Step by step, neck lowered and her ebony locks tangled down her back and draping over either side of her neck like a veil, Cassiel moved through the woods. Her ears twitched, every now and then, capturing the sound of other creatures scurrying near the river bed but they caused her no alarm. Even the heavier steps before her caused her little concern - would this be her fate today? A bear, perhaps, or something more deadly, more fierce.
Either way things plum didn't matter.
Her ebony eyes flicked up briefly as she kept her slow trudge down the river bed. She caught sight of a charcoal apparition heading her way before averting her gaze back to the mud and sludge beneath her. Let him move, or if it seemed he had no itention, she would . . . But for now, it wasn't a concern. For now her thoughts whirled in a maelstrom of confusion - she'd failed Reaper a million times over. She also failed Twilight and is family. Which path did she choose? She'd only been given one choice after Ezriel left, but sometimes Cassiel wondered if that sort of life was truly meant for her.
Pure and good didn't seem to fit. . .
But evil and cruel wasn't much better.
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