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12-22-2013, 03:03 PM
It seemed to the stormy mare, that Africa particular did not favor her. Something in her face told Storm that she found her distasteful and rude, contrary to her goals. The wandering soul was bold in her words, not afraid of being polite or shy. Straightforwards, she treated people on how she thought of them. If they were rude to her, she would simply ignore them, and diplomatically keep a conversation with them, though gradually becoming more irritated. But if they were insecure and sudden, the mare sought to bring them back to their feet, and toughen them up. It was better to forgive the past, but not try to forget it. It was her code now.
She had forgiven Tharos. Storm never forgot the son she cherished, but forgave Confutatis for seizing him, sensing that she wasn't fit to be a mother. It wasn't that she didn't love Kodoven, no. Everyday she felt a little pain in her heart, the emptiness from the separation from her child. Despite the hardships she had faced, she had pardoned the harsh past, and was living life happily. It was because of that, she knew others would judge her for her outgoing, exuberant spirit and mode of speech.
"A pleasure to meet you, Windwalker", his name was somewhat similar to the Storm's real name she shunned and kept quiet. Stormbreeze. The title she never went by. It sounded so...superficial, and rigid. She liked the powerful sound of Storm, the word that somewhat reflected her personality. With a polite bow of her head, Storm subtly became more genuine and softer spoken. Trained for the military the mare knew how to get down to business, and how to make the terrified stallion feel better. "Don't worry". You didn't startle me. "It must be pretty intimidating having two at the same time, don't you think?" A smile melted on her maw as blue eyes shone with sympathy.
"You do belong somewhere. Everyone's life is important, so don't de-value yourself", she smiled and neared him slightly. She hoped that he wouldn't be even more frightened by her appearance. "Don't be afraid of me, I'm here to help".
She had forgiven Tharos. Storm never forgot the son she cherished, but forgave Confutatis for seizing him, sensing that she wasn't fit to be a mother. It wasn't that she didn't love Kodoven, no. Everyday she felt a little pain in her heart, the emptiness from the separation from her child. Despite the hardships she had faced, she had pardoned the harsh past, and was living life happily. It was because of that, she knew others would judge her for her outgoing, exuberant spirit and mode of speech.
"A pleasure to meet you, Windwalker", his name was somewhat similar to the Storm's real name she shunned and kept quiet. Stormbreeze. The title she never went by. It sounded so...superficial, and rigid. She liked the powerful sound of Storm, the word that somewhat reflected her personality. With a polite bow of her head, Storm subtly became more genuine and softer spoken. Trained for the military the mare knew how to get down to business, and how to make the terrified stallion feel better. "Don't worry". You didn't startle me. "It must be pretty intimidating having two at the same time, don't you think?" A smile melted on her maw as blue eyes shone with sympathy.
"You do belong somewhere. Everyone's life is important, so don't de-value yourself", she smiled and neared him slightly. She hoped that he wouldn't be even more frightened by her appearance. "Don't be afraid of me, I'm here to help".
