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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 7:41 pm
 She found herself wandering forlornly, the usual happiness and joy gone from her gaze. Her demeanor was sullen and depressed, and she did nothing to change this. She missed him terribly. She had been crushed so swiftly. Still, it did not change the fact that she missed being by his side. She missed his friendship, his kindness, how he gently and patiently taught her new things she never knew before--including love'; real, romantic love, not unconditional, familial love. Mei Xiu couldn't shake off this dark aura; her sense of adventuring had whithered.
Now she stared blankly at the skies; the skies she used to love, but had now withdrawn to the land. She found herself in a clearing, with a small clear pond. The late afternoon soon left gentle soothing warmth along her back, but despite this, she stared at her reflection. Her mirror image gazed back at her just as forlornly, and she despaired even more. Mei Xiu fell to her knees, and finally, she weeped. She weeped for her first love; she weeped for her innocence and naivete; she weeped because of the pain. Tears sparkled as they fell, and she silently sobbed, willing the pain in her breast to vanish. She could not stand it much longer.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:23 pm
 It's a long and lonely journey, but one learns to get used to it when one is a monster. He found this out when he was a foal, so, he had plenty of time to get accustomed to life as such. Traveling long distances, being in solitude from others, it was all in the life of someone different like himself. True, he wasn't as ferocious as a Kalona or Skinwalker, but he knew he would be feared just the same. One other thing about the life of a monster, it was a dirty one. Moving through the trees of forests, the dirt that flew up from the meadows, sands from deserts, it collected on his fur. Luckily, Abbadon's fur was dark, so it wasn't easily seen until he gave himself a shake, where all the dust would fly off from himself.
Finally, after another long journey, the stallion reached a clearing that had a pond, he could wash some of this dirt off now. As he trotted closer to the body of clear water, he noticed a figure on the opposite bank. He stopped, now a bit hesitant. Surely this other didn't want to be bothered by someone like him, whether they were a soquili or not. His tail flicked, a cloud of dust resulting from it. He really needed the bath though. Well, perhaps the other won't notice him. With a snort, he moved toward the pond once again.
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