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Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
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Posted on October 15, 2011 at 11:45:49 AM by Elvira
Rocky Mountain || Flaxen Liver Chestnut || 14.2hh || 6 Years || L.eigh She has had no use for her emotions in the past, years of solitude having distanced her from the feminine traits most doe’s hold so being placed in this position was extremely awkward for our girl. She keeps her eyes on everything but Evo as she searches for an easy way out of this, a way out that will leave no hearts broken, no ego bruised but it is pointless. She knows that she will either have to hurt Evo by leaving or hurt herself by staying and leading an unfulfilled life. She would like to spill the whole’ It’s not you it me’ line but it would be a lie; it isn’t her nor is it Evo. It’s the two of them as a whole. Like ramming two puzzle pieces together, sure if you squint your eyes and tilt your head the big picture is going to look fine but look closer and you will see the they don’t belong together. In her opinion, life is too short to compromise and too precious to be unhappy. She knows what must be done. Opening her mouth to speak the words she hopes she will not regret, ”I….It’s…I mean” she stammers, her mind full but her mouth is empty. What does one say in the position? Her usual selfish manner had unfortunately disappeared; this would be so much easier for her if she didn’t care. She silently reminds herself of Evo’s absence, his lack of interest, the reasons she is leaving him in the first place but this does not help any if anything it confuses her more. Is she being to needy? To clingy? Is she asking too much? As she begins to doubt herself a voice of reason chirps up, ’Do I feel safe upon these lands? No. Would I feel comfortable bringing a foal into these settings? No. Do I feel like I am part of a herd? No’ her mental checklist gives her some confidence that she is making the right decision. She opens her mouth again, ”I..I need something..It’s” her words fail her yet again and she is left feeling like a fool, a confused but determined fool. For the first time she lifts her gaze to meet with Evo’s, a knot forms in her throat as she recognizes the hurt within his dark eyes, hurt that she has caused. Her insides feel twisted, her mind, it hurts. She can feel tears welling in her eyes, she is close to crying for the first time in what seems to be her life. She must go. She must leave.”I can’t” her thoughts escape her as she pivots on her hind hooves and in a show of uncharacteristic cowardliness, she runs. Faster then she has ever run before though to fast enough to out run the guilt and the regret, surely she could have come up with something? Her footfalls eat up the soils at an alarming rate, carrying her towards an unknown destination. The cold wind whipping at her face and drying the tears that leak onto her cheeks. ’I’m Sorry Evolutional’ Love Is Not A Victory March |
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