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 Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 11:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 10:10 pm
Under cover of darkness.
Well, one could say it was... dark... but it was also cool, refreshing, and even beautiful. The stars could be seen on a clear night, and the moon almost never hid her face entirely. So with stray moonbeams reflecting off of dew, nighttime was an altogether pleasant place, even though it was sometimes hard to make things out in the shadows.
Dulce walked calmly, with Doom at her side. She was not afraid. There were things to see, and people to meet! And there were so many places that she had yet not visited or had a chance to explore. No, nighttime may be for sleeping, but she liked to take advantage of all the time she could. After all, some things could only be found during the night.
Doom snorted and stopped, alert. He sensed something, but just what he wasn't quite sure yet. Dulce glanced at him and also drew to a stop, swiveling her ears all about her, trying to find what he was sensing.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 3:02 pm
Her first evening on her own, out of the lands she not so long ago called home. Her baskets, taken from her, her life, thrown to the wind, everything had been taken from her. And all she had left was herself to try and pick up the pieces, to put together a new picture of life. Her only saving grace was Reject. Not only had he been her healer, but he allowed her to come with him. He allowed her to accompany him out of the lands and into exile. Never would she see her two children, barely did she see the colors of the baskets morph into their patterns. From their first steps to their first gaze upon the night sky to their first loves to their first children; she would miss it all. And it was all because of Vlad.
He threw her away. Chased her out just because he couldn’t handle having children with someone other than his true love. In the beginning Musso had to admit that she didn’t think she’d care about that. And truthfully she hadn’t to start. But as time went on, and she learned of her pregnancy, she realized that she cared about him more than she could admit. And it scared her. She swore herself to never love like that. But yet it happened, and it came back to bite her in the rump. It angered and saddened her in multiple ways, but there was nothing she could do. Nothing could make time go backwards so she could change things.
As she stood there at the edge of the cliff, staring up at the full moon, she wondered what was to come now. Her only friend was Reject, and even then it was still more of a doctor/patient relationship. Flashback was gone, no doubt she would be there to raise her children. Vlad was now a mere ghost of a stallion she wished she could erase from her memories. A part of her wondered if Reject knew of any concoctions or potions that could help ease Vlad out of her memories. However, the more logical side of her mind could already hear Reject’s voice echoing in her head, telling her that the only way to ease the memories of wickedness is to drown them in new, more positive memories.
Musso sighed softly and closed her eyes, the wisps of red floating out into the darkness for a mere moment before she opened them again. Reject was off hunting on his own. Probably won’t be back until morning. And so she was by herself for the next few hours. But what to do? She wasn’t sure. Normally she would be with her past. But that was the thing, they were her past. The wind picked up slightly and brushed through her hair, but it also alerted her to something behind her. Confused she turned around. It didn’t smell like Reject. But she wasn’t so sure either. He was hunting…
“Reject?” she called out softly.
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