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 Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:20 am
Myth tilted his head and blinked at the female, curiousity etching his facial features. "I would not mind being alone and solitary. It is there that he is actually free from the whims and wants of the world around him. I would very much like that." He said slowly, making sure he was getting his point across and not muddled.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:33 am
Rosangela looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to decide how to voice what she was thinking. She had this feeling she had been alone once, but she wasn't sure when. She also knew it had not been for very long, she seemed to remember being part of a family.
"I don't know, I think being alone is okay once in awhile, but I just feel like family is very important. I would want to always have someone to share stories with and let them know how much I love them. I want them to also feel my love, knowing I would always be there for them. I guess I just like the idea of always having someone who would be there for me,"Rosa replied.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:36 am
Myth was silent, listening to her soft voice and debating on his own feelings, thoughts and emotions. Finally, after enough silence had passed, he decided to end the conversation. "I have no family." He said as he lay his head down and closed his eyes, obviously intending to nap.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:41 am
Rosangela felt a pang of pity for the stallion when she heard he did not have a family. She wasn't sure, but she believed she actually had a family...she wondered if they missed her at all.
"Sleep well,"Rosa told him softly, before laying her own head down. She closed her eyes, knowing sleep would probably be good for her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:42 am
Myth woke the next morning and was off, finding cactus and such so he and the Rose could eat. he wasn't gone long, but long enough for her to wake without him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:45 am
Rosangela had a terrible dream where she was a young blanket and someone prodded her with something. She couldn't make out the voices, but they certainly did not seem very nice. When she awoke, she bolted upright and let out a whinny of fear. Her eyes looked around, but she did not see her rescuer at all.
"Hello?"Rosa called out, her voice quivering.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:46 am
Myth was on his way back, and heard her call out. He did not quicken his pace, but he appeared behind her. "I see you're awake." He said, dropping the prickly fruit by the edge of the oasis.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:49 am
Rosangela nearly jumped when she heard his voice behind him, then turned to face him. She let out a relieved sigh, glad he had not left her, which she had been afraid of. She saw some fruit and she nosed it carefully, whimpering when it seemed to poke her nose.
"Sorry I was spooked, I had a nightmare,"Rosa explained.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:51 am
Myth furrowed his eyes at her, nightmares and being pricked by the food they ate here? Not good. Was she not from the south? "Nightmares are nothing, just tricks your mind plays to make something worse than it really is." He said, settling down and grabbing a fruit. "Do you not remember how to eat these? Use your hoof with the spiky part, and eat on the soft fleshy part." He demonstrated.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:56 am
Rosangela watched him with the fruit, wondering if this was something she should know. She took the fruit in front of her and used her hoof to break it open. Then she bent down and started to eat the soft part that lay within, a soft smile on her lips.
"Well, perhaps a story is in order, to make me forget my nightmare?"Rosa suggested quietly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:57 am
Myth looked up from his fruit and shook his head at her, a smile playing at his lips. "You like stories don't you?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:00 am
Rosangela nodded her head with a smile, she very much seemed to have a love for stories. There was just something about it...she couldn't put her hoof on what it was. She sighed in frustration, wishing she knew why she liked stories so much.
"Yes, I love stories, though I do not remember why. It is like I am used to hearing them from someone,"Rosa explained.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:10 am
Myth nodded and ate the rest of his fruit in silence.
"Several years ago, the Gods decided to bless the world, for in its fruitful ways, it had forgotten to love. So the Gods set forth to create the being who would be the center of love in the world. They started with a heart. Something so simple yet complex. A heart, the symbol of love, but also the life-giver of every species on this Isle. They took pieces of hearts from only the purest of each species. One from an azrein, one from a human, one from a Bayrel, and so on, until they had encompassed the purest of love from all the species. Next they gave her light, she would shine bright as the sun even in the darkest of hours. She would be a beacon of hope to all who saw and wished for a better future. Lastly, they gave her strength in the form of good will and happiness. No matter the trials she would be put through, she would pull through and heal miraculously, for it was her destiny to live long. In all this, the Gods tied a bow in the form of a human skin, and placed her in the womb of a noble.
However, it is only fate, that with the best of the goods, there shall be the worst of the bads. With so much good put into her, the Gods were left weary when creating a sibling for her, and they forgot an essential part to him. Resistance. Resistance to the dark forces of the demons in the Underworld. When the boy and his sister were four years old, he was taken from his family, a demon luring him away to weaken him further. He was brought to near death, and the demon took possession of the boy's body, taking full control for all times, except when the demon left. But the presence of a demon in one's body leaves them tired and vulnerable to Influence, and so this boy was doomed to hurt the ones he loved.
The demon that had taken control of the boy was jealous. Why should the Gods bless the Overworld when he was suffering below, waiting for the end of the world to come about so he could begin his rule? He felt it unfair so it has become his goal to destroy her.
But there is hope on the horizon. For the demon will not succeed. It is written in the books of heaven that he shall be cast down to the Underworld by the Sun Lady, never to return to see the Isle as it is and will be again."
He grabbed another fruit and cracked it open.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:32 am
Rosangela listened to his story as she finished her breakfast, both of her ears pointed forward. As she listened, there was a stir of excitement, something about the story made her very happy.
"I love that story, I wonder if the woman actually exists. It would be very interesting to meet her, if she did. Someone blessed by the Gods, she would have to be very special. Is there anymore stories about her?"Rosa asked.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:34 am
Myth shook his head and finished everything up, taking the pits and such to the water and tossing them into the deeper end. "That is it about her." He answered softly before turning back and facing her.
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