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 Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 11:45 pm
Roleplayers: oo DeD & Roxy_roxanna2 Area: The Forest Herla Involved: Blind Mag & Kisharon
Beautiful, the day was simply beautiful but there was much less joy to be found in it then there had once been for Mag. She lay quietly in the dappled sunlight and shadows of the forest and let her eyes stare out at the lush greens, every once in a while a memory would cause her eyes to flicker to life projecting her fawns sleeping or yearlings playing. She sighed softly and then because she feared dozing off and dreaming only to wake she forced herself to her feet. If Magnus saw her so melancholy he might stop venturing away and she wanted her son to have his independence. Sometimes she feared he harbored a small shard of resentment towards her over what had happened with Asher, but she was too cowardly to ask him outright. She adored her children and the pains she had caused them had caused deep furrows on her own heart.
Slowly she wandered towards the stream her voice finding a song that was sad and slow a mournful reflection of her inner sorrow.
"Gone away, my loves have gone away
Sad and lonely are the days...
Once this heart beat so fierce and glad
Now every moment seems so empty...so sad.
Darlings when did you grow?
When did you chase the morning light
and leave me standing in the darkness of this long cold night?
My loves have gone away
But this heart remembers
Remembers how to laugh and play
A mothers heart cannot forget
cannot regret
can only wait.
Gone away, my loves have gone away...but I hope
that they'll return....someday...someday..."
She trailed off with a low sigh, she felt oddly better, the use of her gift, her voice had always soothed her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 6:04 pm
Pale blue eyes peered upwards to the cloudless sky. Brows pressed together and the steely orbs narrowed as the hart's nostrils released a long, icy breath, a whispy white that disappeared into the clear sky. Kisharon emerged from a dark and cool cave into the afternoon sunlight, the icy projections from his body glinting in the bright. The hart couldn't say exactly what drew him out from his den. His legs merely walked as his mind wandered. As the large hart moved around the trees, he thought of his family. The memories made him flinch. How long had it been now since he had seen his sons? Ignasio and Yorick had long since disappeared without word. And Moni...
Kisharon sighed. The thoughts of his now long gone mate made his heart ache. There was Harmony, though. His lithe daughter, so much like her mother, and her own little family. His grand children. The hard shook his head. He recognized that he lived too much in his memories. The world around him now seemed so distant.
The sound of a voice caught his attention and the hart raised his head as he moved onto the bank of the stream. He stepped into the water and it froze around his legs, the ice cracking and washing downstream with each step that he took. By the time the hind came into sight, Kisharon was walking atop the water, the flow freezing beneath his steps as he moved. He didn't realize that he was staring, entranced by the hart's song. It reminded him of his daughter. The longing heartache returned, and the hart only stared.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 4:42 pm
Mag blinked at the slow drop in temperature, she was used to her son's presence and the radiating heat that kept her constantly toasty. Instead she gave a little shiver and then noticed the male a few paces away staring. Her cheeks flushed with sudden color, she hadn't realized anyone had been listening or she would have sung something less...depressing.
"Ah, forgive me I haven't sung for an audience since..." She froze for a second remembering her old herd dirty and scrawny gathered around to hear her voice. The voice of hope....her eyes made a soft whirring and clicking as they took the new male in. "in a long time..." She amended softly.
"I'm Blind Mag, or just Mag I suppose, I hope I didn't disturb?" She was half curious who the other herla was, but she hadn't interacted with another adult in so long she was also half afraid.
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