Bound...

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Ascended Helovian

Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164

Deceased

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

01-28-2014, 07:41 PM (This post was last modified: 01-28-2014, 07:43 PM by Midas.)

Her gentle eyes held me, not in a prying or intrusive way. But just seemly standing right where I needed her to be, a solid comfort. One that I wanted to reach for, understand her quiet strength that had turned a cursed life into blessing. She claimed to be stronger than a lonely heart that had many gaping holes pieced in the center. I shifted right and uttered softly, plainly, “Then ye is stronger than me in this.” Could she even begin to understand? Her tender age wouldn’t be so virginal that suitors hadn’t arrived. Did she love someone who had denied her? Even after the birth of a child?

My family was shattered, broken and scattered like shells across a creamy surf. “My kin…” I started, turning eyes away to stare into some spot along a mossy tree, “My daughter is among those diseased, there is no word or sign of Hototo or Cera.” I glanced at her, pained but needing to see those strong eyes when memories threatened to overcome, when mine were so evidently weakened, “Ktulu abandoned our bond, forsake the child we had made and left me alone…I-I,” I stumbled, “Miss her…them…” It’s like they were dead.

Throat tightened into a hard knot and I swallowed, struggling to keep breath from hitching, “Everything I touch…flies away. Why…do they leave me alone?” my soul struggled with the words that came forth bitterly, sorrowfully. “I just…” there was nothing that could be done to fix this, nothing nobody could ever say. Neck slopped down, muzzle trailing low to my chest. I couldn’t apologize to Africa, not right now—later when eyes had grown clear, lips would part in omission and shame. This was unbecoming of a Throat Sultan.

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