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07-28-2014, 07:51 PM
Africa accepts Destry into the Throat, and that is all I needed from the one-winged mare. I won't play nice anymore. If Africa has a problem with me, she should tell me instead of semi-ignoring me. It's like she's disappointed whenever she sees me. What the hell is her problem? "Africa.." My voice is soft, but there is no sweet. She continues on, as if ignoring me. One of my ears slips backwards as she invites us to walk with her. I reluctantly follow, becoming more and more agitated with every step. Whatever the queen wants, right? I hastily follow her all the way to the oasis, but maybe I miss the burning sand. I like the heat.
"Won't you join us, Africa?" My sweet voice echoes into the air as I step into the lake. The cool water splashes against my hocks as I head deeper in. The water feels nice, but my fears still bang around inside my head. I have lost a marginal amount of fear, but there is still that little bit of anxiety and fear that dwells in my body that wakes up when I am near water. Will she remember me telling her all my secrets? Has she forgotten that I trusted her enough to tell her how I felt about Gaucho, or how I am afraid of water? Has she forgotten the reason I left this herd because I had almost died? It hurt knowing that no one even cared to look for me, and when I finally had run into Africa again, I was coated in blood and she didn't even notice. She was too focused on the god. Too focused to care about her sister. She didn't even notice me there, dying. She only cared about what she wanted from the god. Now I know how Kahlua feels. I was greedy, and it sucks being around someone so greedy. I know what she feels now.
"Won't you join us, Africa?" My sweet voice echoes into the air as I step into the lake. The cool water splashes against my hocks as I head deeper in. The water feels nice, but my fears still bang around inside my head. I have lost a marginal amount of fear, but there is still that little bit of anxiety and fear that dwells in my body that wakes up when I am near water. Will she remember me telling her all my secrets? Has she forgotten that I trusted her enough to tell her how I felt about Gaucho, or how I am afraid of water? Has she forgotten the reason I left this herd because I had almost died? It hurt knowing that no one even cared to look for me, and when I finally had run into Africa again, I was coated in blood and she didn't even notice. She was too focused on the god. Too focused to care about her sister. She didn't even notice me there, dying. She only cared about what she wanted from the god. Now I know how Kahlua feels. I was greedy, and it sucks being around someone so greedy. I know what she feels now.
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