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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 8:10 pm
Me’urra watched her go quietly hadn’t left and was watching her from the shadows. She was limping and she didn’t seem to realize she had wings. It was so pathetic to watch. He sighed. Still he had done something horrible and there could never be anything done to take it back. He wouldn’t speak of it to a soul and would carry this weight with him. Why had he snapped like that? It would have to be something to look at closely in the next few days. If he had lost control once what did that mean for later in life? Perhaps it had something to do with his father who he never met. His mother never spoke of him, or at least not well. Perhaps his father was like him. He would have to meet his father to find out. How to find him though was an issue. Surely one of the Six’s agents would know. Turning he kept walking trying to push the blue mare from his mind.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 8:14 pm
-A few days later-
Me’urra looked at the mare he had known now for a while and was not surprised to find her just standing there quietly eyeing him as he related the past few days to her. Somewhere along the line that quite shadow had become his confidant. It was disturbing if her thought about it, but she was a silent one which made talking to her a safe thing. The words would not get back to his mother or to any other Azrein for that matter. It was like keeping it all in his mind without having it burden him. “and that’s all that happened. I feel perhaps I should go and find my father and see if perhaps I was doomed to this snap and if I should watch out for Azza’s personality as well. He has always been a bit darker than I. If he snaps then I want to know what to expect.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 8:47 pm
 “Would it make any difference if you found him?” from the sounds of things it wouldn’t make a difference but what did she know of such matters? It wasn’t like she had a family or knew what kind of psychopath Me’urra’s father was. After all his mother was a horrible witch in Nocturne’s mind surly his father couldn’t be worse than that. She shook her head wondering for the millionth time why she bothered to listen to this mess. Me’urra spoke to her and kept others away. It was the later which interested her the most but she never mentioned it. “ Guilt speaks now. From the mare.” Nocturne had a great view of things that was darker than the average Azrein perhaps it was her contact with so many depraved souls.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 8:49 pm
Guilt? Over the blue mare? No that didn’t sound right, could it have been? He wasn’t guilty over it at all. He still remembered her look as she walked away. It had been such a pathetic sight he didn’t think he could ever forget it. “No it’s not guilt. If it were I think I would have more issue with it all. I’m more concerned with uncontrollable situations. That is far more disturbing.” He stopped his back hoof on the ground gently scolding Nocturne for her silliness. Honestly he thought the mare would have known him better after all this time. Females they thought the strangest things. Ah well it wasn’t like she was the blathering kind of mare so he didn’t have to worry about the dreaded female gab effect. That would have made living where he did harder. His mother would find out and then she would chase him down for what he had done.
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