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Elizabeth Posts: N/A

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04-08-2013, 04:50 PM

AND WE ALL WANT TO PARTY WHEN THE FUNERAL ENDS
AND WE ALL GET TOGETHER WHEN WE BURY OUR FRIENDS

Moving from the heat of Tallsun, Orangemoon brought with is the lesser heat and chill of the coming winter. However, it wasn’t like the black mare with ice and frost on her skin would notice. She lived in the Basin, the place that was the farthest North of all of Helovia. Walking was something she didn’t like to do, but she did it anyways. She moved, and she didn’t know she was pregnant. She thought about her confrontation with Crowley, and sighed. It was then that she got the indication that she could bear a child. She shivered.

She was a warrior, a fighting mare. She was a Corporal of the Unicorn Aurora Basin. There was no way she would carry a child, and there would be no way she would. What if a sudden battle arose? She would fight. Child or no child, she would not sacrifice her time to keep a child she didn’t want. She shook her head, knowing that there was no possibility of this happening, so she didn’t need to worry about it. She moved on, quickening her pace.

She moved forward, not looking back as her hoof prints disappeared in the coming snow. She soon moved out of the Basin, moving through the thick forest. The air was warmer, and it had a crisper taste to it. She breathed in heavily, drowning her fears in the oxygen she inhaled. She wanted a warm touch to her skin, one like Crowley had given her. What was it about him that had suddenly gotten under her skin? She was upset by it, and she knew she would have to talk privately to the Weaver once more.

Upon moving further out, the thought of the Heart came into her mind. She wanted to be hot, to sweat everything out of her like she was having a high fever. Black hooves reached blackened ground, and she spoke a silent prayer that it was still here. However, she was far from alone. A strange voice reaches her ears, and then the black pelt is a vision in her eyes. What the-

“Psyche?” The black mare looks at her Crux, giving her an eyebrow. Something is not right, that is for sure, and she moved closer to her to get a better look. “Is something wrong? You’re acting strange.”

"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."

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hijacked [open] - by Psyche - 04-08-2013, 02:08 PM

RE: hijacked [open] - by Elizabeth - 04-08-2013, 04:50 PM

RE: hijacked [open] - by d'Artagnan - 04-08-2013, 05:22 PM

RE: hijacked [open] - by Psyche - 04-11-2013, 02:59 PM

RE: hijacked [open] - by Elizabeth - 04-18-2013, 09:55 PM

RE: hijacked [open] - by d'Artagnan - 04-22-2013, 08:48 PM

RE: hijacked [open] - by Psyche - 04-26-2013, 12:21 PM

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