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A strange, ghostly figure that seemed identical to Brooke in all but a lack of corporeality appeared before the mare. Where Brooke's mane fell upon the ground, the ghost's floated upwards as if reaching for the heavens. The lips of the figure parted and the teeth resting within flashed to reveal that they were in fact dagger sharp fangs.
The poor child, turning restlessly among your living sins, came the haunted whisper, sounding as if from behind Brooke, yet emanating from the still, close-lipped ghost. It took silent steps closer until its faded nose almost touched the beauty before her. A whisper, quiet and chilling: Perhaps we should save it now, before it is too late.
The ghost floated through Brooke and left in its wake a dangerous chilling sensation. Whispers inaudible to the expectant mother but clear to her unborn children floated behind the ghost's trail. A soft apology spoken with regret, the first words the twins would ever hear, even if they were beyond comprehension.
Live as well as you can beneath this monster who brings you to life.
And then the being was gone.
The poor child, turning restlessly among your living sins, came the haunted whisper, sounding as if from behind Brooke, yet emanating from the still, close-lipped ghost. It took silent steps closer until its faded nose almost touched the beauty before her. A whisper, quiet and chilling: Perhaps we should save it now, before it is too late.
The ghost floated through Brooke and left in its wake a dangerous chilling sensation. Whispers inaudible to the expectant mother but clear to her unborn children floated behind the ghost's trail. A soft apology spoken with regret, the first words the twins would ever hear, even if they were beyond comprehension.
Live as well as you can beneath this monster who brings you to life.
And then the being was gone.
