<font color=black><s>Hatred is Thicker than Blood</s></font> <fonr color=red>Definitely</font> -- The Rider Weyrs

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Date Posted: 16:43:18 03/01/06 Wed
Author: Maria(Myth)
Subject: ~~Hatred is Thicker than Blood~~ Definitely

Maria, are you going to be okay?
I- I don't know, Myth. I feel- dirty. Almost like when I was still with K'mir.
Myth was so scared for his Maria that he didn't even say 'I told you so'. The blue had gotten involved in another green flight. Subjected his precious Maria to the overpowering lust of a flight, before she was ready. Forced her to go through his pain when he didn't win the green. Compelled her to bare her soul, almost, in his spilled desire to capture the green's heart.

~~I told you that humans were treacherous~~

Maria and Myth were both on Myth's couch, curled up. Maria was between his forelegs, resting her back against his chest. His massive blue head, on its sinuous pillar of neck, was curled around to rest on his paws. She was crying, much like she had the last time Myth had gotten into a flight, and not won. But this time, there would be no pesky bronzeriders intervening. Myth would be sure of that.

~~I knew humans would tear my heart open~~

Next time that happens, will you stop me? Myth's mental voice, a masculine version of Maria's own, was very small. He was ashamed to have dragged Maria into another such involving flight.
I'll try, my beloved. Myth, I will try. But you didn't listen this time, baby. Maria's voice, on the other hand, was tearful, and very thick. She had to choke out her thoughts, which meant that she wouldn't be able to talk.

~~They spitted me, and carved me.~~

Unfortunately, this was an altogether too familiar occurence. The icy rage, the burning hatred, the hot surge of anger. She knew them all intimately, as well as the shame of embarassment. The fear of men. The ultimate trust in her Myth, her legend. The tears of pain.

~~The emotions of the fallen~~

Can you wever forgive me, my Maria?
Of course, Myth. I'm just not ready to go back to the rest of the weyr yet.
'I may never be.' The unspoken phrase hung between them like a rope. He longed to cut that rope, the rope that would stand between them for a very long time.

~~Why did I decide to trust humans?~~

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No bronze� but will a pesky bluerider do? -- K�rea {Neroath}, 13:41:10 04/10/06 Mon
- ~~Hatred is Thicker than Blood~~ Definitely -- Maria(Myth), 15:58:39 04/12/06 Wed