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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 5:50 pm
He gave a cold smile to her at the entrance, or exit more like, of the cave. The cave that apparently he'd been banned from, when it really wasnt his thing to stay in one place anyway. But her being cruel and hurtful helped him to be snide and bitter. He wasnt an angry bitter, but she was, and it would crush her eventually.
"Ah yes. That it will. But it will be a curse you will bear forever.. Because this is one little foal that you will never see, and you will never hear from it nor I. I am going to keep it from you Nostalgia.. For I know it would hurt you more than any insult you've ever really heard."
And with a last smile, he carried the basket out with his teeth, and was gone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:58 pm
The b*****d.
Her teeth gritted together, preventing her from any last quippy comment she could have yelled out after him. She was better than that... she was better than all of this. But how DARE he tell her he would keep her own blood and flesh away from her? She hadn't gone so far with the other two foals, and although she despised no one more than Jean at the moment, wouldn't keep him away from foals that were just as equally his as they were hers!
"Damn him," she growled softly, the cave now seemingly empty without another creature laying or walking around.. sans basket. She would be alright, alone. She had always survived alone, and there was nothing to stop her from doing so now.
Turning around, she fought back the tears for the basket she was promised to never lay eyes on again, and went to comfort the siblings. The two remaining foals would never learn of their missing sibling... no... they were dead to her now, Jean had made that clear enough.
Sad ghostly eyes kept watch over the tan and mixed colored baskets, and Nostalgia settled in, laying between the two baskets protectively. She would care for these two as best she could.... without anyone by her side. This was the way it should be... this was the way it was destined to be.
Gentle tears ran down her hardened muzzle... she refused to think of the third foal, and blotted out the memories. There was no sense mourning, not when she had to look after two foals who depended on her for their lives. She would throw all of her concentration into raising them. That was all she could do now.
As the tears began to dry, she laid her head down on the cave's cold stone floor, her eyes watching the cave's entrance into the forest woods.
Things were changing, and they were changing fast. It was time to be strong and hold it all together. She could do it.... right?
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