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12-16-2014, 10:56 PM
She was by far the last girl these eyes expected to see among the clouds today. Ktulu, the beautiful mistress that captured my youth. It was yon black mare which claimed the fond spot of first love; even if our passion had withered into cold ash. There is a small part of this soul that would yearn for what had been lost on occasion. I'd crave for a final caress of those silken pale locks and sleek fur. I paused my walk and lingered as she approached. Ears remained fixed forward when my name rises and her bonded comes to stand between us. Did he fear a quarrel? Nar, this is the mother of our child. Certainly they are mistaken to think that I'd press any harm to her or those whom she called kin. Surely the lass would have learned such in the brief year we spent together. But I can hardly blame her, after all this time, she couldn't have known my morals never changed. Pools soften, they lower briefly to the large bear that I'd known as a cub many years ago. "Good day ye two." I hardly have the strength to deal with my own current sins and troubles. There wasn't energy to spare in digging up history or scrapping at old wounds that had long since crusted over. What did she want from me? What was there left to give from an abused soul that had made far to many wrong choices. "Taking a walk?" |
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