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 Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:41 pm
Ovelia flinched at his awful story and his even more dreadful accusation about her. "I dont think I could have hated you.." she said and sat down by the edge. Watching him. "Im not sure what you tell me is true.." she looked over at Olivia. "She looks alot like me, huh?"
Smiling weakly she pulled some of her hair away from her face. "What one numa does with their life, is totally up to them.. no matter what, its their decision." Her voice started to break up and she had to take a breath, a deep breath. Why would this place bring out such a serious self to her. "Looking at her, I can tell she must of loved you very much, as you are.. Im.. Im sorry I wasnt there for you."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 1:11 am
"When I was burying her. That look on your face. So hurt. Then to me... I was so distant... having no feelings... drove her to die. Then having no connection with any family. Living so long hurts sometimes... But it was my fault! If I wasn't born she'd be alive!" He felt that pain in his chest. Burning.
".... She was the one so full of life... to trade it all for one who doesn't." His tail flicked up and them fell down dead like. He calmed down. Looking back at his mother.
"Everyone says sorry... like I said before... Sorry.. for what? Not being there.... I should have been there for you... I can't feel anything. Thus you remind me of her sometimes. You seem so full of life. Her looks... wasn't her life though... but even that. She was still.. The most adored. The beautiful. Gorgeous numa. Who walked along us... back then I was so small to realize what I had done..." He was distraught he did not have feelings. He wanted them. It hurt him not to have anything. He had no tears to cry. No thoughts or care... But he came every night... to care for her grave. He'd wish she could see that...
He would never forget... and in her honor. He'd always be by her side. Even after the death has parted them.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 6:58 am
Ovelias paw played with the bells around her nexk, thoughtfully. What was all this he was telling her. Somehow it seemed so unreal. Yet not. But one thing was clear, for not caring he cared enough to put the responsibility on him.
"Is not.. you being here... or even feel guilt a kind of feeling? I mean... "she sat straighter up and her eyes had lost her living look, now only thoughtful seriousness. "Just cause you dont show it in the way we do, obviously dont mean you dont feel anything. Am sure your mother knew that." Ignoring the hint of her vanity, she looked away.
A bid sad, Ovelia looked around her. So bad vibes around here, so much worse than before. But she knew, she had to find out if this indeed had been her sister. If he was family. What did really happen to them?
Suddenly a light blush covered her cheeks.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 7:31 pm
He softly looked over at his aunt. Examining. "I don't feel guilt. I am just here. To visit her. I feel I should just be here. Since I couldn't give her anything... I'd at least give her that." He nodded. He softly touched his mother's nose then closed the coffin.
Looking over at his aunt then again. A blush adding to her cheeks. "Whats wrong..." He blinked at her.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:14 am
Ovelia tilted her head, looking down into the hole, at Arma, her cheeks red still. To her, that still did sound like guilt. From a son that were too young to understand what a mother could need to a mother. But at same time, its a mothers place to look after the kid not the other way around. Had her sister been weak? Ovelia wish she remembered.
"Oh.. its.. its nothing" she said and covered her cheeks. Up till now she had seen him like a man, carrying her, dominant, ignorant, abusive to find out he might be like.. well almost like her child, her sisters child. If that was it.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 9:04 pm
"Maybe I could be confused... maybe this isn't your sister. I must have gotten wrong. But I engage in art... To see you its like seeing my mother again. But I remember you were at the funeral. No mistake in that. I might've been a pup and gotten things mixed up. I haven't seen you before that though. Only in the funeral. So..." He shrugged. "You might not be any part of my family so don't worry about being guilty." He shrugged.
Then started pushing the cookie dirt on top of the grave. Should he have ever dig her up to again. He's want to bring her to life, Which he knew was not possible.... He pressed his cheek to the cookie dirt. under being her coffin. "You could've been her best friend for all I know. But..." She climbed out. Knowing he'd just put back the dirt later.
"I saw that you wanted to leave..." He slumped down and looked at her coldly in which he always had. The sadness he once bared was gone. "I'd like you around here. You could've been mothers friend. If you want the gates are always open.. if you choose to leave..." His fins flapped down to his cheeks.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 3:05 am
"I havent said anything about guilt" she sneared off.
Why was he always talking as if he knew her, or whatever she was thinking? He didnt. Not even she knew herself. The few memories she sometimes had, was clips from her dreams.. or more recent memories. Ovelia did remember nowtime and some time back.. but then, blank, like if she was given a new beginning.
Looking around herself sighing, she wasnt sure if she wanted to stay. But she did want to start remember. Yet, what she felt when being here, so sincere, scared herself. Not used to do any heavy thinking at all it was all forced on her now. With her ears laid back, like an sad or ashamed puppy she sighed again. "I need flowers..." she said weakly to then look around her. Then adding thoughtfully. "...and maybe a candle."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 5:56 am
He smiled. Softly but un emotionally. "I have lots of flowers. I think they are what makes souls happy." He said. He was somewhat of a numa he examine carefully a person. A situation. Careful as any would be. Precise.
He would do the same for flowers. He took up his form and walked calmly towards the back of the stone building. Carefully dead like his walk was. He gently opened the gate and to show. Flowers. Dozens. Upon dozens. This is where he grew flowers. To then plant in each grave. Honor. Careful. This again proves him to love the dead. As uncaring as one would. It was his job.
His tail dragging behind him. Trained to not touch any flower to hard. He had grown this way. Careful.
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