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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 8:57 pm
A screaming neigh of frustration burst from the half-Kalona's mouth as she once again failed to breathe fire. She bucked in fury, and kicked a nearby log for good measure. She was such a failure as a dragon Kalona! She wasn't naive enough to believe her mother's blather about being a true 'dragon', but she believed that there was special blood in her line.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the kind her mother had indicated was preferable. The edges of her nightblack wings were cupped with a glowing pink legacy from said mother, and they blurred as she snapped them open and shut as another sense of frustration.
It had been a few months since she had left behind Mommy and stopped being Mommy's Little Scapegoat, but some things were ingrained into your behavior, and Leraje's fury at being incredibly un-dragonlike were one of them.
It was truly a pity she had never known her father...or his family. If she even had one. She might have been conjured entirely from her mother's pure spite!
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:12 am
The old mare wasn't stalking. No. Of course not. Sure, her family never visited her and any news she learned she had to find out herself, but it wasn't stalking. If she were stalking, she'd have malicious motives, such as killing her great grand-daughter. No, she was watching. Simply watching. Watching the mare walk about. She looked like she was choking at times. Odd behavior. Yes. Indeed. Perhaps her insanity ran deeper in the bloodline than she thought for a mare to choke no nothing but air. Paranoia most likely. Yes.
She wasn't happy when Misery hooked up with that... non-kalona. She had high hopes for her daughter. That she would prevail where Calamity failed. How disappointing it was to find that Misery followed the same path. Was it her fault? Was she not hard enough on them? Was Atrocity too hard? She had no idea. Both failed at being Kalona. At least Calamity hadn't actually made the bloodline impure. In that, he was a step above his whore of a sister.
They had produced pretty babies, though they had impure blood. The father to this one before her was a stunning creature, and her great grandkids were pretty too. The mare she was stalk -- watching looked so much like her daughter and grandson.
The old, nearly senile mare sighed softly. She knew that she probably wouldn't be recognized. She doubted her grandkids knew anything of her or Atrocity and there was no reason the great grandkids would either. She and her children were not particularly close. It wasn't that she didn't love them, she did! She loved her babies and always would. She was just disappointed. Their failures made her feel like a failure. Their family was a laughing stock, surely, or at least would be if everyone didn't fear Atrocity as much as they did.
She was a joke, she knew.. senile. Crazy. Old...
She wouldn't live forever and as angry as thinking of the past made her feel at times, she wanted to make things right with her daughter, and get to know her family. She didn't want to die on the outside, forever stuck to watching her family from a distance. Was it too early to approach the mare though? Too soon? Decisions of this nature was never easy for the mare.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 9:11 pm
Flicking her tail in annoyance, Leraje turned, wincing a bit at an old injury she had sustained from her mother flared at the speed. Her joint there had never quite healed fantastically, and hurt when she moved too fast in a certain way.
b***h.
Lip curled, the flesh-coloured mare started to walk away, but was nearly stopped dead by the blonde and glaringly white mare in her eyesight. "I see you there. You are not exactly easy to hide in this forest. Come out!"
She may have not been a dragon, nor a full Kalona, but Leraje was still a force to be slightly reckoned with!
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:02 am
The old mare couldn't help but smile. Was she being called out? How interesting. This didn't fall in with her plans but she could work with it. Slowly she came out of her hiding place and when she was in full view, she whipped her spiked tail behind her, the yellow braid dancing upon the grass. At least she would be able to take a better look at her great grand-daughter this way.
"You have spunk," she noted with a half humorous, half cynical tone. "What do they call you, great grand-daughter?" A name was important after all. Rhiana fully believed that a name could make or break you. A strong, proud name was good for a Kalona, even a partial one. Though the mare was not fond of the half breeds, anyone that was part of her line, part of Atrocity's deserved to be feared... and respected.
"I don't suppose your father told you about me? Well, I suppose he wouldn't have known himself. No, I doubt your grandmother would ever speak of me. Never understood was I. Abandoning, neglectful. Perhaps these things are true but it shapes character. It builds that survival instinct. It makes one strong. Doesn't mean I don't care..," the end trailed off dreamily as a butterfly caught her attention. "Hello, Badman," she greeted as it nestled on her nose. "How's the wife? The kiddiepillars? Oh, that's quite nice."
A moment later she snapped her head up and crushed the butterfly with her jaws.
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