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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:59 pm
This is a private RP between II--Gen3sis--II and Uta  It was early into the evening, right around dinner time. Musso had found herself, yet again, alone. Ever since Vlad and her had gotten into that stupid fight he had opted to avoid her unless absolutely necessary. His blatent disregard for her wellbeing that night in favor of her sister continued to irk her even to this day. The annoyance continuing to pester her during the day, and even more so while she slept. She was plagued with nightmares of Vlad completely abandoning her in favor of Flashback and even worse, another mare. There were other times where he wouldn’t stop sucking on her blood and he would stand over her weakened body as she bled to death. It unnerved her, hell, it probably scared her half to death. Musso didn’t want to be abandoned. Musso didn’t want to die. Musso didn’t want to be completely forgotten. But yet, that’s how she was starting to feel here in Vlad’s territory.
Making her way towards her special place, the place where she could go for some quiet downtime and mental relaxation, almost meditation, Musso sighed. Maybe the game she started with Vlad wasn’t the smartest thing she did. But how was she to know? He gave her his complete and undivided attention. He gave her compliments, conversation, and warmth. He even had that wit about him that won him the riddle game. The riddle game that let him stake a claim on her. Was he starting to regret it? It sure felt like he was. A couple of birds chirped above her head and she stopped for a moment to watch them dance in the golden sky. Were they mates? Were they happy? By the dance they shared it seemed so natural, so right. Her eyes shined for moment before she began blinking them rapidly. No, she wouldn’t cry. She didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.
Shaking her head Musso began to move forward again, dipping through the trees, lightly treading across the semi-muddy ground. Her red hooves stood out darkly against the brown. But despite her size, she barely made any sound. And that was her intent. She didn’t want to be found. She didn’t want company. And she’ll be damned if she came across either the stallion or sister that plagued her thoughts as of late. But as she came towards the clearing she would have to cross in order to get into the patch of trees where her secret place was, a coppery smell met her nostrils. She paused for a moment, ears pricked forward in attention. Blood. Someone had spilt blood. A few more sniffs indicated to her that the trail was still rather fresh too. Fresh blood meant someone was nearby. Her ears pinned back. It could be the stallion she was trying to avoid.
Cautiously Musso moved forward again, making her way to the clearing again, only this time she kept to just the edge so she could look around before entering. The sight that greeted her when she did so made her eyes widen. The familiar flank of a stallion she had met a few days ago greeted her vision. From what she could tell he wasn’t alerted to her presence. But she was sure once a gust of wind blew he would certainly know. But for now he was contently eating what she deemed to be his dinner. Well….that was rather awkward. Blinking for a moment to gather her thoughts, she was sure she’d never see him again, she stepped out into the clearing, just enough so he could see her in his peripheral vision. Her words spoke soft and un threatening, so as to not startle him.
“And here I thought we’d never meet again. Hello Reject, I’m sorry I disturbed your dinner.”
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 10:23 pm
Unfortunately, that had kept the stallion from moving out of the area completely. Furthermore, the use of his healing abilities and the few days spent lingering near the family to be certain of their health, had greatly fatigued him. So the past few nights had meant the stallion absolutely, without a doubt, needed to hunt. It hadn't been pleasant, and had taken longer to track down prey than he had desired, but he eventually managed to fell a weak and dying doe. He had killed her as swiftly and painlessly as possible, but the stallion never found pleasure in the act.
Though his body demanded protein, blood, and flesh to survive he . . . despised his kalona heritage for cursing him with such a plight. The healer that was also a killer and hunter and it, once more, anguished him. He needed to kill to survive, but it wasn't something he easily accepted, even after all these years.
It was a great shame for the stallion. So he feasted as quickly and quietly as he could, giving in to his need for blood and meat to survive. He tore at the doe, savoring every mouthful, giving thanks to the spirits that provided him with such a meal. But while the stallion was only partially done, a voice broke out of the shadows, and caused his entire visage to instantly tense. With a half-jerk back from the corpse, as if it had attacked him, glowing eyes instantly turned and focused purely on Musso. His wings had flared, as if he had meant to take flight, and his entire guise was entirely distraught.
. . . only too late did he recognize the voice.
The stallion relaxed a touch, flipping his wings back, even as his head dipped low to the ground. He instinctively hid himself against his hair, completely shamed by what it was he was caught doing. He said nothing for a long moment, not entirely sure what to say or how to respond. On the one hand, he desperately wanted to continue feasting on his kill, but . . .on the other hand . . . he felt it unkind to do so in front of another. Realizing it would be rude to ignore the other, he did his best to hide the kill from her, even though he knew for a fact she had seen it, and could definitely smell it. ". . . It is quite a coincidence bumping in to you again." His voice lowered a touch, before he added, "Forgive me for . . . being so unsightly. I hadn't expected the company."
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 4:38 pm
For a moment Musso stopped to take in the form of Reject, the air he was exuding. With the wings folded down against his sides, his head dipped low, hair hiding his face, and his voice low. If Musso didn’t know any better she would take him for being ashamed. But why? He had nothing to be ashamed of. Eating meat was as normal as eating grass for some soquili. She couldn’t fault him for it. That’d just be stupid and hypocritical. She allowed Vlad to drink blood off of her, which seemed a bit more off putting than eating meat according to outsiders. But then again, she had to remind herself, others weren’t so forthcoming, so accepting of societal differences. Musso really had no idea why it had to be so….wrong.
Granted, she did have to admit there was a social stigma against kalona and skinwalkers. And granted, skinwalkers were indeed the epitome of evil. Kalona also seemed to have that stigma attached to them, and she was sure there were many kalona out there who did delve into the darker ways of life, but Reject didn’t seem to fall into that norm. And for that Musso was very grateful. He may have kalona blood running through his veins but he also had unicorn blood like herself. She may be only half unicorn but she was still a unicorn none the less. Did that diluted blood make her any less of a unicorn? No, not to her. And Reject would fall under that same category. So if he wanted to eat meat that was perfectly fine. There was no harm in it.
“It’s alright,” Musso told him with a small smile, “there is nothing wrong with eating meat. I’m just sorry I interrupted you. I didn’t mean to startle you either.”
And that was true; she really hadn’t meant to startle him. All she was doing was heading to her secret place to relax. She hadn’t meant to come across anyone. But there was one thing she was sure as hell grateful for, and that was the fact she hadn’t run into anyone that she didn’t want to in the first place. That was a small blessing at least.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 5:29 pm
The stallion was grateful that the mare appeared to have a flippant air about the ordeal. While he still was displeased to be caught in the act of eating, her words sounded genuine enough. While she appeared in no way offended by the fact he was partially covered in blood, he still couldn't bring himself to continue to eat. It was something he never cared to do in the presence of others, besides which, it would be rude.
Slowly lifting his head, the stallion stepped in front of his kill, hiding the majority of it thanks to his large size and thick mane. He wasn't so hungry so as to be unable to hold off his appetite; besides which, he already had feasted on the majority of the fallen prey beast. . . . saving the rest for after Musso left would be quite fine with him. This way she wouldn't be uncomfortable, and he wouldn't feel quite so paranoid.
His yellow eyes glowed in the thick shadows, coming to rest on the mare. He gave his wings a little twitch, forcing them to relax, even as he considered how best to handle this meeting. He really hadn't expected to meet up with her again, so it was strange the fates would spring her upon him for a second time. "It's quite all right. I hadn't expected to be found." Which was true enough. He tried to keep on a constant rotation and movement in lands, especially when close to herd territory. All he needed was for someone to panic at the sight of him. For a few moments, all he could do was stand there in silence, considering what to say. He wasn't known to be a chatterer, after all. . .
" . . . I trust the spirits find you well?" That was polite enough, wasn't it? For being as large a creature as he was, he truly felt as if he were floundering. What did he say? What did he do? Pleasantries and idle conversation just wasn't something he was accustomed to. Surely she had no interest in what he had to say. . . .
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 8:45 pm
Musso’s ears pricked forward in ernest. He was trying to make small talk, that was certainly something new. He didn’t seem the type to really want small talk too much. But here he was trying his best to make small conversation. That was certainly nice and something that made Musso inwardly smile. It was cute. However the question he asked reminded her of the issues that were going on. She didn’t want to completely unload on his but at the same time she knew that she couldn’t lie to him. It wouldn’t be right.
“The spirits…have made things a bit difficult as of late,” she began thoughtfully, “having some issues with the group I’m currently staying with. It hasn’t been terribly fun as of late. Luckily I’ve been able to get off on my own for a while. No use staying in place where you’re currently not wanted. But at least I have a small place I can go to should the need arise. It just gets annoying from time to time at this point, you know?”
Short, sweet, and if Reject wanted to ask more about that she’d certainly answer him. But she didn’t want to come off as bitchy. That’d just be stupid and she’d be shooting herself in the hoof. And that was something she wasn’t so keen on. Right now she could use someone to actually confide in outside of the group. It sucked being the outsider, AGAIN, that was for certain.
“How about you? Everything going alright?” she asked him in return, head tilting to the side in curiosity.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 3:12 pm
The stallion listened to the red eyed mare, considering her words and how best to respond. He could tell she didn't look entirely relaxed, while at first he wondered if it was from finding him again in the middle of a kill, after she admitted her woes, he . . .felt vaguely assured he wasn't upsetting her. He was hiding his prey with his hair now, after all. . . even if the area did smell heavily of blood.
Dipping his head a bit, the stallion finally spoke. "May you find peace soon enough. Perhaps the spirits have a reason for causing such trouble, and with luck, it too will pass swiftly." He knew what it was like to be unwanted, oh gods did he know. But he needn't speak of his own woes, or the rejection of his past. There was no need to delve in to his own life, because, quite frankly, it just didn't matter.
Reject did mean what he said, though, and his words were genuine. Quiet, soft-spoken, but ever sincere. The hurt of being unwanted could run deep, and he wouldn't wish such pain on even his worst enemies. Still, he couldn't quite imagine why a herd or family might not actually treat Musso poorly -- she seemed kind enough, quiet, and seemingly harmless. But, then again, he was also knew this was only one facet of the mare. They had met but briefly, and were still practically strangers. . . .
Likely there were sides of her he didn't know.
It surprised Reject when she inquired about him. He was unaccustomed to others paying him much mind, and so he stared at her for a moment, almost as if to confirm that she truly had asked about him. It was strange, unusual really . . . But then again, he shouldn't just stand there and gape. It would be rude to disregard her, after all. "Everything is well enough." There. That summed it up neatly, and would close the subject firmly. She didn't really care to know about the details of his life. . .and quite frankly . . .it was well enough. He had helped out another, and while he hadn't left the area like he had intended to, he hadn't found much trouble yet. That was always a good thing.
The stallion was quiet for a long moment, even as his wings twitched a bit anxiously. He wasn't very good at hosting a guest, especially with his kill standing beneath his hooves. Still, his yellow gaze did peek out at the mare. "Do you wish to . . . to speak about what's ailing you? Or is there anything I might be able to do to . . aid you?" He was a healer after all. And while his spciality was in physical wounds he couldn't be so closed minded as to not address the power of venting.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 8:32 pm
To say that Musso wasn’t expecting him to inquire further was rather an understate and rather caught her by surprise. It wasn’t that she expected him to be all over her trying to find out if she was okay, in fact, it was quite the opposite. She hadn’t thought he’d ask her anything further at all let along offer to listen to her if she wanted to talk about her current woes. That said, she was rather caught off guard, her eyes being the only part of her registering that emotion. Not that she wasn’t grateful; it’d be a lie for her to say otherwise. As it currently stood she really didn’t have many others she could confide in regarding any of her personal matters. But the question remained, could she trust the stallion in front of her?
A thoughtful look adorned her face as she regarded Reject, and she rather hoped he wouldn’t take that negatively. Musso wasn’t intending for it to be considered such a notion. She didn’t think that he would tell anyone. In her very short time of knowing him he seemed to be pretty much the introverted type, rather wishing to keep to himself than be around others. She could also tell that he was definitely the shy type, very…skittish? Was that even the right word? She wasn’t sure to be honest. But he did seem to have a tendency to shy away from people. It made her wonder if anything happened to him as a young colt to make him that way. That said, the more she thought about it the more she came to the conclusion that she could at least tell him what was going on. Maybe he would have some sort of advice for her to go off of.
A small sigh escaped Musso lips as she closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts. There were so many of them and she really didn’t want to confuse the stallion anymore than she already was. The plethora of current happenings and words were enough to make her own head spin and wasn’t too comfortable to feel anyway. So, when the finally gathered themselves to the point where she was comfortable speaking, her red orbs opened to look at the trees behind him with regard.
“To be honest there are many things plaguing my mind,” she began softly and slowly, “nightmares come to me nightly where I am bleeding and dying yet no one does anything to help or stop it. My current,” Musso paused to try and figure out the right word for Vlad, “mate of sorts has been avoiding me like the plague in favor of my sister, causing a lot of fighting and tension between us. And unfortunately it seems to be getting worse. I am finding myself alone a lot more often during my waking hours than otherwise. And there doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it.”
When she stopped talking she had realized just how much she had let out and pinned her ears back in a rather embarrassed manner, “I apologize for speaking so much. There is just…. A lot, as you can see.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 6:48 pm
The stallion didn't pressure when the mare said nothing to start. He wasn't going to force her to speak to him if she preferred to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself; furthermore, who was he to think he might have be able to offer encouragement or advice? He was nothing. No one. He was simply a stallion, lucky enough to be able to offer those most in need a healing touch, but didn't dare offer anything more. He was a night healer, a quiet guardian, but a fearful one. . . . He knew his looks were that of a monster. He knew there were many judgments cast his way; not quite unicorn, not quite kalona. He was no savior, just as he was no nightmare. . . just a beast that walked between the shadows, never quite able to truly belong.
Why should Musso, this stranger, look to him for comfort? It wasn't as if he knew her well, wasn't as if they were even friends. They were simply two beings of the night who crossed paths most unexpectedly. Perhaps. . . Perhaps it would have been best if he hadn't said anything at all. Perhaps he should have stayed quiet.
The mare closed her eyes, and Reject dipped his head, as if to hide in his mass of hair. But then, she spoke, and explained her woes. The grey stallion allowed his ears to perk, focusing on her words, digesting them, doing his best to sympathize and better figure out her woes. He was a healer of the body, but perhaps he could try to be a healer of the heart and soul too . . Maybe. Doubtful. At the very least, he could offer to be an ear to listen, even if he could do no good.
It was peculiar for Reject to think of Musso having a mate, especially one that seemed to be neglecting her in favor of a sibling. That was . . .wrong. Blatantly wrong. He might not have ever experienced love, nor had he ever been granted many kindnesses during his upbringing, but he did know of love, and care, and affection. He never allowed himself to believe in finding such a thing, he couldn't let himself at this point, but he saw others. . . heard stories. . . and if it was love, shouldn't they have eyes only for one another?
For a long moment he said nothing, reaching out with his cloven hoof to paw at the ground as he considered her situation. "It is unfortunate," he began, slowly, quietly, "that you must suffer so. I know not much of nightmares, but it sounds as if you are troubled in spirit. If your mate has turned his eyes elsewhere, perhaps you feel abandoned. . . .and perhaps that unwantedness is inspiring your dreams." He understood being unwanted. He understood being abandoned, let go, ignored, disowned. He knew far too well the nightmares that could plague another in such bouts of loneliness, the fear, the hurt, the trauma. . . .
But perhaps it was something he deserved.
"Can you speak to your mate? Tell him of your feelings? Should he not see his abandonment of you without being told?" Perhaps it was naive of the stallion to think so highly of love, but it was something he had once yearned for day in and out of his life. He had wanted a family, he had wanted to do his mother and father proud. . . .he had been given nothing but his shadow to depend upon. Even his name had been replaced by calling him WHAT he was. . .the rejected one, the wrong one.
Love wasn't meant for the likes of him, but that didn't mean he couldn't sit back and witness or offer advice. Matters of the heart could be complicated, but surely there were often simple, and easy answers to its woes. ". . . and can you not leave if you do not find happiness at his side?" Surely she could find someone else, someone more deserving. Perhaps it was wrong to bring it up, but she had mentioned there seemed to be nothing she could do about her plight. That was an option, wasn't it?
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 8:27 pm
Musso noted with mute interest that he seemed to be talking more than in their previous encounter. Which, in a small way, it was something positive to think about within the confines of all the negative emotions flitting about her body. Never mind the fact that she was in a rather unbalanced emotional state at the moment. He could have left her, driven her out of the area so he could finish eating. But Reject hadn’t done so, and in doing such a thing his meal was starting to turn cold. It was something that Musso certainly took into her mind as she listened to his words. They seemed hesitant, unsure, but comforting none the less. His quiet responses gave some sort of peace within Musso’s mind.
With a dip of her head Musso came to agree with Reject’s suggestion that her mind was plagued with such doubts. It was certainly true that she was hurting in more ways than one by Vlad’s actions as of late. The multiple fights, the dark words, the tension between the two of them was palpable. This was certainly not in a good way. Nor was it good that the tension the two of them exuded was felt throughout Vlad’s territory. They could all feel the threads holding Musso and Vlad beginning to stretch just a bit too thin. A part of her wondered exactly how much stretching it would take to shatter those already thins strands.
“You certainly have a way with words Reject,” Musso said after a moment with a small, if not sad, smile, “and I mean that as a compliment.”
She thought for a moment about how to answer him when it came to talking to her partner, “as for my partner of sorts talking….”a paused ensued as she tried to think of the right words to explain, “usually has led to more fighting than not unfortunately. Our relationship of sorts is turning toxic. It is why I am here now, happening across you this evening, for another fight between him and myself has come to pass.”
Shifting her wait and twisting her ears around to listen, to see if anyone else was going to come as she spoke next, she answered his last question. It was certainly true that she could technically leave the area. Leave Vlad and the others to their own devices as she went about her way into a new section of her life. But the thing was, she wasn’t sure if she had the strength to do so, at least yet. As it stood Musso knew she had no other place to go. There was nowhere else she could retreat to should she decide to leave of her own accord. And it concerned her greatly how Vlad would react if she did so, or worse, drove her out himself. But the thing was, she wasn’t sure which was worse.
“I would certainly leave,” she answered him finally, “although as of right now I have no other place to leave to. Right now my home is within his territory and it’s the only home I know, if that makes any sense.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 8:28 pm
The stallion listened to the mare, still doing his best to hide the shame of the dead creature behind his thick mess of hair. Yellow eyes glowed brightly in the night as he listened to his companions words, contemplating the source, empathizing with her unfortunate situation. He knew what it was like to be unwanted, unliked, trapped within the confines of venomous relationships.
Perhaps it was why he tried so hard not to grow attached. He knew his place, and knew it well; far beneath those in the world which walked before him. He was not quite a unicorn, just as he was not quite a kalona -- he was too dark to be embraced or respected as a healer, and too good to fit in to the rare kalona herds of the area. It was easy to get out of a situation when one felt no sense of promise or obligation towards another. . .
Reject knew he was free.
Musso, it seemed, was not. At least, that was what it appeared she believed. Family was not mean for him. A place to call his own, a home. . . La, he had no home. Never had a home. Even as a foal, he remembered clearly his treatment, and it hadn't taken long past maturity for him to be driven. Unwanted. Undesirable. Even after all these years, the stallion still felt that pang of want, or hurt, the fear. . . but what would this mare feel?
To have been once wanted, and now within a stagnant relationship, within something vile. He knew it must hurt, perhaps more so than what he had suffered. Giving a small shake of his head, the shy beast finally found appropriate words. He was a healer of the body. . . but sometimes soothing the heart or mind of others was the best medicine to offer. "You trap yourself. You are not defined by what this stallions home might be. . . Home is what you make of it, and has no boundaries, borders, territory edges. You may not know where to go, but I am sure, when you are ready and strong enough, you might find freedom anew."
Perhaps it wasn't full of sympathy. Perhaps it was not what she would like to hear, that she chained herself. But it was truth, and Reject wasn't about to coddle the mare. She was too proud, too strong a creature, even if she might not believe it or see such a thing. She had the entire world before her, and she could do far better. If she could but get over her fear, or her dependency, on this stallion. . . on this territory. . . she would be better off.
But until she made that first step, she was stuck.
"Until then, I shall hope your discomfort with this other be limited." Maybe they'd make up and get along. That would be best. . . at least if Musso truly had no desire to leave. And with that, the stallion fell silent, staring down at the ground.
. . . he shouldn't have spoken so freely, but, it was too late to choke back his words now.
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 1:19 pm
Something came over Musso in the moments that Reject was speaking. Something she couldn’t necessarily describe. His words stirred something in her chest that she couldn’t even try to ignore. Even if she had wanted to she’d be unable to. It began to claw at her chest, at her mind, and at her soul. So what was it? What was causing that? She couldn’t understand. So she stared at him for a few more moments, thinking about his words. And his words kept sinking further and further into her skin. Saturating her coat thickly with a mental goo that couldn’t be pulled off. And if she tried, it would pull off her coat with it.
So, she stared at him still. Not speaking. Not blinking even as her glowing eyes began to tell her that she needed to. But what was need? What did she need? She knew she WANTED something. But what she wanted may not have been what she needed. However she didn’t want to admit that. She couldn’t admit that. But as she looked at him, she found herself wanting to. She felt her heart reaching out to him. And that scared her. Scared her more than she could have ever spoken out loud.
“I…” she hesitated, “I am scared Reject.”
She bowed her head in silent shame, “I am scared of what is to come. What may or may not be.”
She pawed the ground nervously, “The outside world….It’s something that has rejected me in the past. Thrown me away; my coat scares others. My eyes make others cringe and look away. Vlad, for all intensive purposes, took me in, gave me a home, gave me companionship. But now…”
Musso looked up to the sky and stars above them, “but now, it’s a pure addicting poison. I can see that. I look for change and want change but I find myself continuously seeking out that poison. It’s addicting. I don’t want it and yet I do. It’s a never ending cycle that is on a continuous loop. I want it so bad Reject.”
She sighs and looks down to the trees, “But I don’t know where to start.”
There, it was out in the open now. She was terrified of what he could say, if anything at all. It wouldn’t surprise her if he walked away or drove her out. She was a mess, a pure mess of a mare that nobody should have to deal with. He certainly didn’t need to hear all this. Yes, he had been listening to her up until this moment but that was until she spoke so fully and freely. It wasn’t right. She had no right to put all her feelings out there and load them all onto him.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 2:25 pm
The stallion kept his yellow, glowing gaze up at the mare. He almost held his breath, waiting for her to speak, as the silence drew on between them. Had he said something wrong? Had he upset her? It wouldn't be the first time his words had caused more hurt than joy; more pain than healing. He knew that sometimes he could not give those what they sought, as hard as he tried... He rarely lied or sugar coated the truth, not unless he felt it necessary to do so. But with Musso? She deserved honesty.
When she lowered her head, when she admitted her honesty, admitted her present situation full of shame, the half-kalona pondered her words; pondered what he might say. He had no right to lecture, had no right to offer suggestions, and yet. . . as a healer, he knew he should be there to bring her comfort. Comfort, or at least the truth. From where he stood, all he could do was offer her his thoughts, and what she chose to do with them was her prerogative.
So, he would speak.
"The outside world is cruel, this much is true. That being said, the situation you are now in sounds just as cruel as the unknown situations down a different path. There is no companionship in those that neglect your needs or desires. There is no home in a land that you choose simply because it is an easier path to live than the road less traveled." She did not sound happy, did not sound joyous. Her life had been difficult, but this land was already blackened by the strain between herself and her . . . mate.
"It's a never ending cycle, but you are the only one who can change the course of your life. You are the only one who can stop the loop. Life is not meant to be easy or simple, and you might very well face rejection and loneliness should you leave. On the other hoof, you might be keeping yourself from a happier ending. Unfortunately, if you stay the course, you'll never know."
He gave a small shake of his head, not able to look her in her eyes. "That being said, your life is your own to live. With every rejection, I am sure, you have found strength. You are stronger than you believe you are, and this is something I do know." Or at least it was something he believed.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 11:07 pm
Musso blinked owlishly, flashes of red glow seeping out between her eyelids every time she blinked. However, on that same note, she couldn’t help but be contemplative, thoughtful if you will. For some strange reason his words, while technically harshly true, were comforting to her. She barely knew Reject so why this was the case she wasn’t so sure. But she wasn’t going to complain about it. Leaving the den she wasn’t sure what she wanted from this night. Normally she would have just wandered aimlessly with no thoughts running through her head. But tonight was different.
A welcoming different.
To that Musso smiled softly and dipped her head slightly to hide the emotion. She didn’t want him to deem her crazy. Although a part of her thought that wouldn’t be the case anyway given that Reject hadn’t judged her since their first meeting. In fact, he seemed more unsure of himself than his thoughts of her to him. It was rather endearing she had to admit. That said, she took his words to heart, compartmentalized them in her head, saved them for a later time. Which something told her this wasn’t the last time she was going to see this stallion.
“Thank you Reject,” she spoke, “you have given me something to muse about and I appreciate it. As well as listening to my ramblings. But for now, I should probably leave you to finish your dinner before the sun rises.”
She looked up to see the faint glimmering glow of the rising sun.
“I don’t know about you but the sun does little for me.”
Musso turned to go back the way she came, back to her den to get some much needed rest. It had been awhile since she had been out this late. And frankly she was ready to get some much needed rest. For some reason she had been feeling more lethargic, more tired, and just wanting to do nothing. She wasn’t sure why but she hoped that by sleeping more this bug or whatever it was would go away so she could go back to doing what she wanted to do.
Turning back she smiled at him one more time, “I hope we meet again Reject. It’s always a pleasure.”
Her head turned back around and she made her way back into the forest. Back towards her den. Her life. Her home that didn’t really feel like home. Under any other circumstances she would be dreading that by now. But this time, something told her that things would be different. That things would be changing. But how those things were going to change she wasn’t sure.
But something told her it wouldn’t be long before she’d find out.
Finished
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