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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 11:47 am
'Softly crying... Softly falling... Sweetly dieing... Angels calling...'
Veritas paced through the lands, strides slow and shuffling. The soft song was hummed in the dark corridors of her mind, melody that matched her strides.
Her flakes twitched as the air hummed over them, and slowly she shifted her path, moving around a rock and an acacia tree. The sweet scent of the flowers had her pausing, scenting the air, the falling petals and leaves.
'Sweetness...' She murmured to herself. 'So different...'
Where was she?
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 12:01 pm
Why? Why can I not find the warmth that my memories seem to suggest that I once had. Why am I not allowed the pleasant tingles I'm sure I once felt...why do I have to be so...alone? Where was Dani?
Such thoughts entered her mind frequently, especially when she lay her head down to sleep. Perhaps that's why she deprived herself of it. A whimper left her maw only to come out gurgled as usual. This just wasn't fair.
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:46 pm
Despite her other short-commings, Veritas's ears worked just fine. The sound of a soft moan, trailing into a gurgle caught her attention. It didn't sound like anything she knew, but had her head turning in that direction.
Tenatively she reached out with her mind, a soft tendril-like touch. 'Hello?'
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:49 pm
Rotter jumped and looked around frantically. What in the world was that? She hadn't felt something like that since she was alive years ago.
'H..hello?'
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:00 pm
She cringed at the outpouring of shock -fear?- that came from the mind she had brushed. Tucking her tail beneat her belly, she lay her ears back and shifted from paw to paw.
'H-hello?' She tried again. 'I am sorry if I disturbed you.. I.. Sensed, someone...'
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:09 pm
'It's ok...just scared me. I haven't...spoken to anyone like this in a long time.'
While she send out her thoughts, she searched the area for who she may be speaking to. She didn't see anything and so she began to roam in search of the source and soon she came to find a female with what looked like a blindfold over her eyes.
'Is that you?'
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:14 pm
'I'm sorry.. It's the only way I can speak..' She explained shyly. Recognizing the image of herself, she nodded. Many had rejected her for the way she looked, the image was no longer strange to her. 'You are the second I have spoken to this way who actually... Understood... Who are you? I am called Veritas, or Sorrow... It does not matter which...'
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:22 pm
'I am called...' She had trailed off. What was her true name? It had been so long since she had used it when introducing herself. 'I'm not sure what my name is...but I've been called Rotter for a while now...so I suppose that is my name. Why are you here by yourself? It's not safe.'
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:24 pm
'Do you want to be called that?' She asked with a tilt of her head. Slowly she moved closer to the lioness. 'I.. I have no one to travel with... I have always been alone... At least, as far as I remember I have. As to why I am 'here', I do not really know where 'here' is.. I simply wander.'
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:33 pm
'It matters not to be what I'm called. I guess it fits with my appearance. I am dead after all.' Rotter sat before the lioness and took in her appearance. She sure was a pretty lil thing. 'I've come to find that this place is known as Pride Lands...I could be your companion if..if you'll have me...'
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 5:39 pm
'Well... Rotter then, it's nice to meet you...' She tried to give the impression of warmth in her thoughts, unable to smile in truth. She tilted her head, listening to the sound of birds and prey-beasts.
'The Pride Lands?' She mused. The offer caught her off guard, but pleasantly so. 'I'd be delighted with your company, if you'd like to give it... I hope wandering isn't displeasing to you?'
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:27 pm
'Oh no, not at all. After all it's not like I have anything worth holding onto in these lands.' For the first time in a long time Rotter smiled, but she ended up regretting it after one of the stitches loosely holding her maw together popped. Now that stung.
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 6:48 pm
Veritas reached forward and tapped her nose to Rotter's cheek, exchanging warmth and sympathy at the other's pain. Something she understood well. 'I do not truly know if I will leave these lands... But, if I do, I would welcome your company... It is nice to have a friend...'
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 4:49 pm
Rotter welcomed the nuzzle and returned one of her own. It had been so long since she felt the touch of another, so long since she felt the warm fuzzy sensation it brought her. 'Friend? That word sounds so familiar but I do not think I truly know it's meaning...but if it produces the warm sensation I'm feeling now then I think it's something good.'
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 7:38 pm
Veritas considered different ways of explaining it. 'No doubt it is the source of what you feel.. It is, good, to have a friend.. It lifts one's hearts and makes sorrow take a step back...'
This time it was she who attempted a smile and popped stitches... 'But even sorrow likes a friend... But then, the old saying is "Misery Craves Company"...'
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