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03-09-2013, 01:06 AM
No day had ever been finer than the morning I awoke to after a night of horror. Sickening dreams seemed to haunt me nightly now that I had a small filly that I lovingly called my daughter. Tamira seemed to be a bit out of sorts in dealing with her first hand at motherhood but I couldn’t blame her in the least. As it appeared, I often dealt with the worries of having my first child as well. However, I was more than elated to head off into the shadows of the Threshold to try and rid myself of the darkened images of my sweet Essetia being impaled by some vicious creature or another. The idea turned my stomach and I was eager to forget such troublesome doubts- she was safe in the Edge after all. I knew that my family would see to it that she was properly looked after along with Tamira. My mate? I hoped that I could call her such after seeing rampant trails of confusion within her ordinarily warm gaze. Once again, I found myself running from the possibility of finding her heart elsewhere; how it would kill me to discover such unfortunate news. How it would kill me… The quiet rumble of an approaching storm lit my nerves with a dull flame for I was eager to see the heat of summer dissipate, if even for a small time. However, when the rain began to touch upon the dried earth, I was a bit discouraged from returning to the Threshold after countless trips before. The coolness was soothing upon my back but with the cold came a doubt that I had not recognized before. Back in the Edge, my child sat waiting and I was more than reluctant to remain without her. Errant shadows danced across the path ahead of me and if I hadn’t been completely aware of everything that surrounded me, I might have missed the small golden filled just through the trees. The sight of her made me still, as ironic as it was I wasn’t sure how to greet her. She was not my Essetia but it made my heart plummet in my chest to think that my beautiful daughter would ever have to face a place like this in her life. My approach was slow enough and while my head was low, a soft grunt escaped my lips in some queer attempt to ease her of my presence. “Come now young one, no reason to remain in the Threshold waiting on the storm to blow you away.”  |
OOC| I'm sorry, this is not my best... but I'm having the worst writer's block right now.
