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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 10:47 pm
Not that Adamu knew much of shadows, really. Unlike his sire, his life so far had been pretty easy. Caring mother, loving sire, a half sister and nieces and nephews to care for and be cared for by...he had it good and knew it. He wanted others to have it good, too; failing that, he wanted others to see the good in what they had. He didn't know if he could...but he had to try. It was in his nature.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 12:15 am
While Adamu had lived the good life and had been smiled upon by the spirits, Cassiel had grown and transformed in to something a little darker than most. She was no kalona, certainly, but she wasn't exactly the happiest or most delightful of soquili to walk the earth. With her head often hung low to the ground, every step brought the mare a little bit further away from the source of her pain. An odd life she lived, but the young mare couldn't help but be reminded of her wounds . . . Darkness called to her, sang to her in hopes to woo her spirit and such a discovery couldn't be meddled with her mother and family so near.
It would only further break their hearts and add distance to the riff placed firmly between one another. No, there was little to be done except wander, to piece together her own puzzle and try to figure out what to do inch by inch. What a tangled web she'd weaved, and somehow the young mare understood that it would never fully be healed. She was as much darkness of her father as she was goodness and light in her mother; an odd wash of colours their personalities had given her, a palette quite unlike many.
For now, where she went, where she traveled, the mare was unsure. She gave it no thought, and gave very few around her much acknowledgment period. Step by step, the crimson and white lady trotted, adrift amongst dreams that were painted beautiful shades of grey.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 12:25 am
A wash of pale red and white, touched by greyish black, caught Adamu's eye. Lifting his head, he slowed as he watched the mare curiously. Strange...she seemed so...sad? No, that didn't feel quite right. More as if she was a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit in her particular puzzle...an outsider, a loner. "Are...you alright?" he called out hesitantly, concern written in his features. If something was the matter, he wanted to help...it made his heart ached to see one that looked so downtrodden, so spiritless.
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