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Spirit of Rakasha
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Date Posted: 19:03:54 12/13/01 Thu
In reply to:
morning's fury
's message, "mare trots in,searching for a ertian spirit* i search for a mare that was the mate of forever haunted.please...hear me....>>" on 16:29:36 12/13/01 Thu
You wish to know about Forever Haunted and about what I was like? *pauses momentarily and slowly continues* I was once the orphaned daughter of a murdered light dam and evil stallion. Growing up at the mercy of disapproving guardians taught me to be as independant as possible, but when I met Forever Haunted, I learned kindness and to depend on another. He made me want to submitt to his will, even though he never asked me to. When others disapproved of me and my actions, he was always ready give me whatever I need, whether it was a warm smile or a shoulder to cry on. When his father disowned him, pulled himself away from the things that gave him pleasure. But as always, I could bring him back, making him laugh and carry on like a colt in spring. That year we became mates, and I think making our relationship official only made him love me more. It was when I was heavy with foal that he needed to return to his herd before his father died. I went with him anyway, refusing to be left behind just because I carried a new life. Things went on in that herd that should go unspoken. For a light herd, there were many horrid acts. One including Forever Haunted's brother sending me away. Alone and without any protection, I went north trying to find Forever, but I never did. My time came and... *falls silent* I remeber the pain and the grief of having the filly I carried those months, come into the world lifeless. In the last hour of my life, I mourned the loss of our newborn. And when I realized that I would be joining our child, I mourned the loss of Forever Haunted. I knew he would hide from the world and his heart would turn as cold as my body would be soon. I knew without me, the light would vanish from his eyes.*pauses* He has a kind soul... it's just burried beneath all the spilled blood, hate, and rage. I've seen his kindness, it does exist. *her voice fades until it is barely a whisper* He isn't as dead to the world as he'd like to believe...
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