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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:34 pm
His red eyes looked back to the other stallion. "I don't know." He said as his ears fell against his head. "I never knew my mother or my father." He said as he looked down to the ground.
"I always would think of what she would look like though. I would stay up at night and look out at the stars thinking about her." He looked up to the sky, remembering that it was a clear night.
"I'd try to picture her different ways, with wings, without, with my flames..." He looked back to Ezriel, "Plain as yours, or an alicorn." he sighed ightly, "I'll never know."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:43 pm
For the time all Ezriel did was listen as his ears flickered and his spaded, spiked tail swayed back and forth with a rather non-chalant manner. His lips pursed as his crimson brows seemed to knit slightly and those void-less orbs focused upon the other stallion. He was fortunate enough to have a mother and a father- even though Reaper hadn't played a role in his life growing up like both Lady Korrine, Glamrock and her herd had, he still had family and that in itself was a blessing.
"There are others who have never known or had a family as well," he commented, trying to gather his thoughts and outlook- the right words at this point were hard to find, really. "Sometimes its best not to reflect on what you don't have or what others have- its just best to make the most damn best out of your life and yourself. Looking at what you don't have and questioning what already has happened will get you no where."
The stallion nodded his head with a meager somber sense.
"Its good to think or wonder about what she would have looked like but don't let it blindsight you- sometimes its no use going to scower the past or find someone. Some things aren't meant to be known."
He wasn't sure if it was uplifting or even helpful as to what he was saying as currently his thoughts were rambling. Ezriel gave a simple shrug of his shoulders with a lack of knowlege on the subject or what else to say.
"Maybe its not meant to be in this life..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 12:23 pm
Rowtag's ears perked when he heard the white haired stallion speak. He thought it was amazing how Exriel's tough attitude melted away as he gave Rowtag advice.
A small smile came across his face. "Yeah, I guess your right. I need to start thinking about what's gonna happen in my life." He stretched his orange wings, "Thanks Ezriel."
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 3:12 am
Perhaps it was a rough and tumble or edgey attitude that the stallion concealed yet there was that goodness, that light, that seemed ever present within him. To the other stallion, Ezriel had simply spoken his minds along with the thoughts that had somehow or another meandered into his mind. It could be seen as advice but, truthfully, it was the stallions straight forward opinion. He simply shrugged his shoulders and continued walking along the beaten trail, eyes glancing back towards the fiery male as his ears flickered.
"Don't worry about it," he replied, his spaded and spiked tail flicking behind him as he gave a sway of his head to the right. "But just tell me where I can drop you off so I can get the hell out of here, okay? I have to get a few things out of the way sooner rather than later," he slightly grumbled.
"North, south, east, west? Where to?"
Ezriel was getting slightly impatient. But although he did enjoy the company for a short while, he was now becoming slightly irritated that the stallion wouldn't stop talking or trapping himself within his sorrows. Yes it was sad but was it something to constantly reflect on and drown in misery? It didn't sem worth it- it seemed like something the weak and teh timid would never leave alone or believe to be no threat. There always had to be someone who was fretting over the simplest of things and made them into something rather terrifying then it actually was.
Rowtag didn't quite seem the sort who would be his consistant talking and rambling was making Ezriel drowsey.
Again he waited for an answer, trying not to grit his jowls together and flare his nostrils. Although time had passed so slow, Ezriel was pleading and hoping that the stallion would just give him some form of directions so he could soon depart on his own way.
But the question of how long was that to take stlil flooded his mind all the while he tried to keep a reserved and steady composure.
Was this adventure soon to end yet?
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