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 Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 8:18 am
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The wind howled like a mourning beast in these hills, chilling more than her flesh. There was something haunting here, a presence the mare couldn't quite name. She came here often, seeking what, she did not know. All she did know was that she was still torn in two, despite her mate's best efforts. So much of her was kalona. So much of her was a hunter, one who inflicted pain on others. And yet... she was unicorn as well and felt the nagging urge to heal, to do good. She had thought that finding her true love would quell the storm inside her and it did for a time. He was mixed as well, torn between healer and harmer. He was at peace with himself, however, and had a plan for what Ronobe should be.
She found that walking completely in darkness was not easy, despite the support her mate provided. Perhaps she seeks atonement here in the wailing hills. She had a sinking feeling she would find none of it. How could she when so much of her being truly enjoyed what she did? She listened to the howling wind echoing the memories of her victims, and the hint of a smile passed her lips briefly.
The moment of glee passed as soon as it had come, leaving her feeling confused and lost as ever. She had been standing still and listening to the wind for some time now, she was beginning to feel the cold down to her bones. She was shivering and started moving her wings to get her circulation going again. She began to walk. It was a slow, dismal walk, her hooves heavy with the weight of her uncertainty and doubt. Her eyes stared at the ground as she made her way up and down the rolling hills, flanked on either side by mountains looming over her. She had flown up to their peaks many times, yet she still preferred it here below in the wailing corridor.
This is my place she thought bitterly, thinking about her mother. A pure Kalona, and a purist, Ronobe's mother had found out only after the foals were born that the stallion she'd mated with only appeared pure. She abandoned the foal with the obvious defect, and kept Ronobe's brother who had the appearance of purity. It had been a dark, cold place not unlike this one that Ronobe had been abandoned in. This is the place she deserved, not the high reaches of the mountains.
She shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. Her mate had made strides in changing this view and showing her she did not need to be a pure kalona to embody perfection. She grit her teeth and vowed if she saw her mother again, the two would not exchange words, but blows. She growled in emphasis, the sound coming back to her against the sheer wall of the mountain beside her. She laughed loudly at that, listening to it echo above the wails of the wind.
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