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 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 5:51 pm
"No matter how much I may love her, it won't change the fact that she fears me. I ask again, what do you want from me? You would enjoy watching her suffer as her fear of me hurts both of us?" His voice was weak, defeated, but accepting. He'd already accepted that there was nothing that could be done. "How do you know she even wants to see me anymore?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:16 pm
"I don't..." She sneered getting rather annoyed with his repatition. "But I do know that she deserves your soul and I expect you to bare it for her!" Her eyes were rather cold but they were also half closed. She was starting to were out from this, and talking was getting her no where. If he refused to comply she'd beat him to a pulp then leave. She knew who she was looking for now. It would be no problem to find him again. Hopefully at a time when she was better rested.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 8:18 pm
"What good would that do any of us?" his tone was still sad, but consoling in a small way. "Even if I were to tell her that I loved her more than anything, that I'm sorry I hurt her unintentionally, what do you think that would accomplish? Do you think it would make her happy again? Make her smile again?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 7:45 am
"It might..."She mummered eyes opening closer to normal. She wanted to do this didn't she? It was what she had wanted since she had heard her mother cry in the basket. If it was what she wanted then why did it hurt her so? Was it how saddly he spoke of her mother or was it perhaps the peice of her mother within her reacting to his sorrow?
Whatever it was, it was making her head hurt. "NO!" She cried finally strengthening her stance. She focused her energy before rearing back to kick at him with her fore legs a mirror of how her mother would dance.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 3:42 pm
He could see this was hurting her, though it was for reasons he didn't understand... but it was like seeing the hurt on miss Luna's face all over again. He never wanted to hurt anyone. Why did it always turn out like this?
He didn't back away when she turned to kick at him again, although he couldn't contain his pained cry as her hooves connected with his already broken chest bones, falling back into the snow and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He stayed where he'd fallen, feline golden hues rising to meet her own as he awaited his death.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:28 pm
Her enraged breath came out in sharp clouds of steam. Her blood was boiling but the sight of the blood lying on the ground subdued her a bit. This was truly pathetic. She had been expecting a fight for her life, not a punching bag. "Get up..."She snorted letting out an exasperated sigh. She couldn't believe she was doing this but after after waiting so long her 'ultimate revenge' seemed rather pathetic. "Why don't you just go find yourself a nice rock to die under? It'll save you a lot of pain...and probably more mares' wrath..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:51 pm
A tired sigh escaped his mouth as he forced himself to his feet again with no small amount of difficulty, shifting so he aggravated his injuries as little as possible. "Have you asked your mother what she thinks?" he questioned seriously, dull hues meeting hers once more. "Does she want me dead? Do you think she'd want you out hunting me down like this?"
He heaved another sigh as he cringed at the jarring of his ribs, letting his eyes slide closed. "If you listened to your mother's side of the story, you might be surprised. I haven't given her a reason to fear me. I left because she didn't trust me. Whether or not she loved me was irrelevant." He shifted again. "Miss..." he winced inwardly, realizing he didn't even know her name. "I won't fight you. I could no sooner hurt you than I could your mother, no matter what she may think. If you plan to kill me, then just get on with it."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:20 pm
He was giving her orders? Her expression shifted quickly from annoyance to a blank stare. How could he hurt her mother? He was a weakling. Wasn't her mother strong? She had always been able to take on the biggest challenges with no problems before so how had this wimp hurt her?
"No one said I was going to kill you...at least not this time." She was glowering at him. Perhaps it would be better to kill him, life would be better, but what if he were right? She never had spoken to her mother about this before, how could she? She didn't know his name or his appearance until just a little while ago.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:49 pm
He was getting decidedly tired of this game, and it was beginning to show. While he had nothing against this new mare, and no intention of hurting her, her assumptions were getting on his nerves. The insinuation that he was the villain in all respects was completely biased and unfair, and while he tolerated and forgave it up to this point, he was sick of the treatment.
"What makes you think you know anything about what I went through for your mother?" he growled, straightening his figure, although it hurt like hell. "Shouldn't the very fact that I am not your father tell you something? I would have loved her anyway, loved you anyway, like my own, but she rejected me! I don't know why she's sad, but maybe it's something she needs to come to terms with herself. Before you go dumping all the blame on me, try asking her what she wants, first!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 6:51 pm
"How would I know you're not my father?!" She bit back pounding her hooves into the frozen earth. "How would I know you're not Kohana?!!" Amoena shot him a more piercing glare then she knew she could give. True the appearance should have given something away but bloodlines were long and she didn't know who was in his family. Well, she did now, but that was aside the point. He hurt her mother and nothing he could say would change that.
"I don't care how you hurt!!! You made my mother cry!!!" She snarled bearing her teeth in a Kalona-like manner. His pain did not matter, did it? No! Absolutely not! Her mother was the only thing that mattered. The feelings of others came last on her list and his last of those. So why did her heart hurt?
She shook her head fiercly to free her self of those thoughts once again. Her mother would thank her later for this. Ridding her of the source was almost as good as removing the pain all together. "I want you to leave...leave these woods...these lands...and leave my mother! I am no Kalona, no skinwalker. I can show mercy...I suppose even you deserve it so you will live. You can just live somewhere else!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:33 pm
"What makes you think you have any right to judge me? Do you think your mother is the only one who has shed tears?" he ground out angrily, golden hues narrowed into slits as they focused on her. "You come to me, open up scarcely healed old wounds, and have the gall to tell me that it's for your mother's benefit? I didn't make your mother cry any more than she made me!"
He paused for a few moments here, his anger once again draining from him as he shook his head tiredly. "If I had been your father, I would have never left your mother's side, whether she feared me or not. Since she had someone else to do that, however, I relinquished my hold. I had no right to her heart, and I still don't. Whether or not you believe me is entirely up to you, but I have no reason to lie." He paused again, considering her words as the gold in his gaze dimmed a bit more. "I will leave, if it's what you really wish from me. However, for what it's worth, miss..." he raised his head to meet her gaze with a weak smile, "had your mother accepted me, I would have loved you like my own daughter. If... you're ever in need of my help, you're always welcome to it."
He turned to go, eyes sliding closed as his head dropped with a final defeated sigh. "And, whether or not it matters, my name is Shadow."
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 2:44 pm
She gave him an odd look as his words rang through her ears. It was the same thing he had been saying this whole time but for some reason it now struck a nerve in her. His help? Why would she need his help or his love for that matter? She hated him! He was the one who hurt her mother wasn't he?! Then why did he seem so sad that she was sad? It was making her head throb and as a result making her unable to stand still.
"Stop saying that..."She ordered swaying a bit.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 7:34 pm
He paused briefly in his journey towards the dark forest, golden hues glimmering with a hidden anguish as he forced himself to straighten. "It's only the truth. You can accept it, or you can deny it and continue in your endeavor for your mother's retribution, although I have serious doubts that she would want it." He resumed his heavy-hearted steps, pausing once more to admit in a voice so low, it was almost a whisper. "I would have loved to have been your father, but I'm not." Then, he was gone.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:25 pm
Amoena glared at his retreating her mind raging with thoughts. To many things running through her head. Why would he say things like that? How could he want to be her father?! That was impossible. It made no sense or did it? Why was the one she had hunted for so long so different. Why would he act as though her mother meant everything to him if he had hurt her?
Her head was throbbing and she needed to make it stop so she could think clearly. Turning around she ran in the opposite direction not caring where she ended up. Everything had turned upside down nothing was how she had thought it would be. This wasn't her triumphant victory. It made her feel broken, not accomplished. "He should have fought back...he should have been strong...why? Why?! WHY?!" She screamed into the air charging into a tree allowing her self to fall to the ground.
It was all wrong. She had never felt like this before but she needed help. She needed to talk to someone needed to clear everything up. Lying there she closed her eyes hoping that sleep would clear everything up. Fix what had snapped in her and let her speak as she would.
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