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[PRIVATE] Lost and Found

Erthë Posts: 440
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Chan
#1

Stubbornness and persistence were traits she had to have inherited from her mother, Erthë mused. It was the only explanation why she kept looking for someone who didn't make a lot of effort to be found, whose presence in her life had diminished as the years went by but who always existed there, like a dimly shining star in a sea of night.

The rain came down in a thin drizzle as the young mare picked her way across the elevated meadow. It was damp and cold and dreary, the clouds slung so low over the mountaintop that the journey up the steep trail had become a treacherous game of connect the dots in the mist. Upon reaching the peak however, the little mare was rewarded with the sight she had been hoping to see; a tall stallion, pale as the clouds themselves, as solitary and quiet as she had always known him.

"Father" she greeted him as she approached, face serious but with a smile glittering in her eyes. "I found you."

Reaching out a cold pink nose towards him, Erthë regarded her sire, searched his body and face for something, anything at all that might reveal what he had been up to since they last met. His face was so familiar to her and yet it seemed strange at the same time. Details she had never noticed before stood out like a silent scream; how blue the marks on his face was, how solemn the eyes, how young he really was. Children always had a tendency to think of their parents as stagnant in time, unchanging and eternal - but Vadim was not just a father, but a person in his own right as well. Just like she, he probably had dreams and hopes, wishes to fulfill, worries that gnawed at night and problems both small and insurmountable.

It was a strange notion, and unsettling. She did not want to think of him that way. Better he just remained her father, so she could stay upset with him and keep nagging over how he always left her without a word.

That was another habit she had inherited, apparently. She made a note to tell Maude that, next time the girl complained.

Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
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@Vadim

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Vadim Posts: 106
Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 :: 5 HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Vlasi :: Common Rougarou :: Water ali
#2



For Vadim, a life of solitude had become something of a comfort. With just himself and Vlasi to look after there was nothing much to worry and fret over. With just himself and Vlasi he did not have to try his hand at developing bonds that were as fragile as autumn leaves and as flighty as hummingbirds. Vlasi was more than enough to keep his mind occupied with her constant antics, incessant chatter, and her insatiable demand for adventure. Though, there were times when she slept that he found his mind wandering back to a time when a sturdy black pegasus mare, and a fragile white child had dominated his time and efforts. The mare had passed some time ago and he hadn't seen the child in many seasons. He liked to think that she was better off without him there for her to learn his bad habits.

Still, he missed her and he often wondered about her whereabouts. And what she was doing. If she was safe. How much she had grown. If she had taken after him and had a sudden growth spurt or if she'd remained as small as her mother had been. If she had been bonded, had found magic, someone to travel with and love.

This was one of those times where he stood motionless, staring into the distance while his mind bounced in a hundred different directions. Thoughts of Erthë and of Shadow. Then he thought of Varath, of Ophelia, of his mother and father, the Moon Goddess. His thoughts always returned to his only child and he began to wonder, once more, all the things he always wondered but would probably never have an answer to.

"Father."

Christ, he could almost hear her voice.

"I found you."

Vadim's head turned first and he looked behind him, blue eyes widening as he took in the sight of his daughter. His body followed suit and he soon stood facing her, looking bewildered. He didn't believe that she was actually standing there, she had to be a figment of his imagination. Or ... or maybe he'd subconsciously used his magic on himself and she was just a phantom and not the real thing. But when he nose touched him and he felt the coolness of her skin he knew, without a doubt, that she was real.

"Erthë..." He rumbled, his voice deep yet affectionate as he spoke her name. And why wouldn't he be? She was his daughter, after all. He stepped closer and reached to hook his neck over her shoulders and pull her against his chest. The action alone should be more than enough to speak for him.



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Erthë Posts: 440
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5
Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Chan
#3

She smiled at his look of disbelief and pressed herself deeper into the embrace. All at once, all the anger and hurt she had harbored for so long seemed petty and unimportant, the unschooled thinking of a spoiled brat... This was what mattered. The tall, strong body of her father's against her own, the familiar sound of his voice and the unmistakable love with which he spoke her name. Once, in the throws of jealousy and depression, she had doubted that love and turned her back on Vadim. Perhaps it hadn't been too surprising; they did meet only rarely these days, and the moment had been wrought with misunderstandings. Right now though, Erthë wondered to herself how she could ever have been so stupid.

"It's good to see you again, Father" she murmured with quiet happiness lacing throughout her words. "I missed you, and so much has been going on lately..."

Both for good and for bad. The Goddess had left the Edge. Erthë's old wounds were healed, and Tembovu was no longer king of the mistveiled forest. Kaos was loose in the world, winter was fast approaching, and Vadim's embrace was as warm and soothing as she remembered it to be.

For a long while she merely stood there savoring the moment. Then, gently pulling herself free, the little mare aimed a playful nip at her father's withers and bounded off, laughing with a joy that could not be contained. Dainty little hooves thundered over the frozen ground as she swept off towards Vlasi, enticing them both into a game of tag.

It was impossible to stand still when she was this happy. And she really wanted to show her dad that she could run again, just like she had when she was a mere foal, tiny and long of leg - well, tinier at least.

Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
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@Vadim

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