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The Last Samurai [Azzuen, Onni, Kri, Any]

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06-11-2012, 10:04 PM (This post was last modified: 06-27-2012, 12:53 AM by Ázzuen.)
Onni’s arrival and display of her healing magic refusal to work on the stiffening bodice of Voltaic. Azzuen looked on empathetically, knowing all too well the feeling of helplessness that must riddle her conscience. He moved to take a step toward her, but Cirrus was a step ahead, and made to nudge the maiden upon her cheekbone, in a childishly innocent display of affection and comfort. The cloud-streaked filly knew no other way to provide comfort, only that she found comfort in the nearness of her loved ones, and while this mare was a new acquaintance to her, she still tried to provide a comforting nearness. Electric blue eyes then looked up, and spied her mother standing alongside her father, but still she lingered by Onni, pressing her velvet nose against the mare’s cheek and brow, trying to rouse her to her surrounds once more.

The obsidian stallion watched the display of attempted comfort, and surmised that his presence any closer to Onni would make little difference with his daughter’s loving company so nearby, though he did not retract the step he had previously taken toward her. Welcoming the arrival of his beloved, though still unable to allow a smile to curve his lips, he nodded as she spoke, agreeing with her, knowing that her wise words were truth. Dark eyes whirled, hints of indigo edging his iris, though the darkness of grief still dominated his expressive gaze. He looked at his brother, and sighed, swinging his gaze to his daughter, mate and friend; focussing upon the living.

“He will be remembered, and honoured, forevermore.” Deep baritones confirmed Cassiopeia’s words. “Onni, there will never be another like my brother, however know that you have our friendship.” He spoke to the painted mare, not really knowing what else he could say.

“My name is Cirrus.” The little filly squeaked at the painted mare, still trying to get her attention, determined to wake her from the same stupor she saw her father enter before. Too youthful to fully appreciate the weight of exactly what was happening, the filly merely wanted to see a semblance of normalcy return to her home and her family.
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RE: The Last Samurai [Azzuen, Onni, Kri, Any] - by Boom Boom - 06-05-2012, 04:11 PM
RE: The Last Samurai [Azzuen, Onni, Kri, Any] - by Ázzuen - 06-11-2012, 10:04 PM

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