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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 4:36 pm
This is a private roleplay between Uta and Saiyukii! Please don't post w/o permission~ 
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 4:52 pm
"Tch. Lost him again." She said, with a bit of frustration in her tone. How could she lose sight of the stallion like that? However.. Although he WAS supposed to be responsible in watching her, She felt like she lost a favorite toy or other. Ohwell. It wasn't too much of a loss as long as she found him later. If he wasn't broken than, It'd be perfectly all right.
Traveling further along the sandy path, she walked with an impatient step to her walk, displaying to everyone her obvious mood that advised no one to interrupt her. But she didn't mind company, even if her actions differed. It was better than being alone. Alone was.. lonely.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:04 am
The little filly was glad that the snows had lightened. Eponine wasn't far, she knew, but Cassiel had all but given up trying to run away. She had met her family, and though her own darkness warred with light, the little one was left most confused. Could she trust what they said was true? Could she trust she wasn't but some obligation?
Or were they being sincere and genuine? Oh, the little one just didn't know anymore. It was as if her soul had been ripped in to two halves, one bleak and despairing while the other was softer, gentler and shyer. Either way, the two sides often clashes and there was very little she could do about it. They were both as much a part of her as the crimson colour of her hide. There was no escaping such drear. . . .
The girl could only succumb to it, to the dark whispers that reminded her daily of her place.
Ears pinned, a typical trait of the black eyed femme, the girl slowly walked down a path. Her shoulders were hunched and it seemed as if the little filly alone was holding the entire weight of the world on her back. Occasionally her tail flicked and switched behind her, but for the most part she was still save for the clip-clops of her hooves.
Worthless. . . .
Eyes downcast, she hardly noticed the pale brown mare up ahead. And even if she had seen Eden, it truly wouldn't have changed anything.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 12:31 pm
Catching sight of a filly nearby, "Hey!" She called out in a chipper tone. Oh good, There was at least some company nearby. And this filly looked fun to play with.. Even if she didn't think so herself.
Trotting up to the foal, She was surprised to see the confused and downcast expression upon the foal's face.. Obviously, the foal was full of pain. But the question was.. What had caused her so much pain? Eden thought to herself. Childhood was supposed to be a wonderful and happy time. Or so one said. Not like hers was much. But the past was irrelelavent.
"Hey.. What's wrong?" She said, in a soft voice when reaching the foal. "Did something happen?"
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