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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 5:44 pm
 Zimran was resting beside Yourda now; they both had taken the time to relax before moving onward in the journey to the jungle. The goddess of Purity let a soft smile pass her maw as she rolled onto her side and yawned. The star pendent along her neck slowly swayed from side to side as she did this, trying to get comfortable before speaking softly to her traveling partner.
“Yourda, Griff... he has changed quite a bit. He was reborn; he is so small now... nothing like how I remember him.”
“Oh, Zimran don’t fret. I am sure he hasn’t change a bit! He may look different- but really, didn’t you feel the same way about him when you saw him, the same way you felt back then?”
The waterbuck smiled.
“True- I still feel the way I did. I could never feel any other way. He is my mate after all.”
“Then don’t worry.”
She smiled at the goddess and tweaked her ears backwards before moving up. The large female gazed out at the grassy lands of the southlands for a moment in thought before speaking again to the Goddess.
“I am going to go for a walk- I will be back in a while.”
“Alright Yourda, take your time.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:26 pm
"What am I seeing?" the not-child responded.
The face looking at her turned from warm and kind to twisted and malicious. The little female shivered, her feathers quivering. She had thought this creature to be her friend, but it turned out that she was wrong. He was glaring at her now, his claws flexing. His lips curled backwards into an all-familiar snarl, and then..
Koya awoke with a start before the dream could go any further. It was one that she had often, though she wish she could rid herself of it. But, for now, she was simply grateful that she had learned how to wake herself up when she encountered nightmares. It saved her the agony of reliving the past, but it didn't keep her from being shaken up by any means.
Knowing what she had to do, the goddess lifted herself from her resting spot and without even stretching or looking back moved away from the spot she had just been recently occupying. Another day, another location, she told herself.
This was how her life was now. Not because it was forced upon her, but merely because she was curious. She wanted to know how the mortals felt, being so small and insignificant, and so she had taken to a mortal life for just a little while. Her 'new life' consisted of hunting normally, wandering like a rogue, and doing all she could to keep herself alive the old fashioned way.
Stretching her wings as she went--since she could easily stretch them as she walked--she continued onward, not quite sure where she was going.
But she was going forward, that much she knew for certain.
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