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Post by HondaRaycer on Apr 10, 2005 16:59:53 GMT -5
Through the soft grass a black fae padded. From the distance it looked as though she was purposly making her way t'ward the mirror lake. She walked with even strides, though her mind was elsewhere. Inside she felt lost.
It was twice now that she'd lost Sambu, and this time he wasn't coming back. She'd wasted too much time on him, but it took this long to realize it. Now t'was the time to move on, not without a bit of mourning for herself.
Lakota, the lead hunter of the Moors, paced until she reached the edge of the lake, where lush green grass ended abruptly; changing into a silver mirror made of water. Whereas most water could be seen into to easily spot fish and other dwellers of the deep, this water reflected one's image with crisp accuracy.
At the lake she stopped, reclined, and mused over her own reflection. The moon yellow eyes which were the windows to her own soul, she concentrated on most. The normal fire that burned behind them seemed dimmer somehow. She looked sad. :: I don't want to look sad, I want to look happy. I want to feel as if I'd never been hurt.:: She thought, realizing it would take a lot of time before she trusted another mascu' again.
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Post by HondaRaycer on Apr 12, 2005 17:16:53 GMT -5
:: And I don't wanna feel sorry for myself anymore. I'm the best hunter this pack has. If I concentrate on hunting, and don't worry about things that were and won't be again, I know I'll be fine. I can heal.:: She was still absently looking over the bank at herself, unaware that the sadness in her eyes was turning once more to the determined fire most knew her by.
This way of thinking was making her feel better inside, it gave her inner strength to want to carry on and start her life over in the Moors, without Sambu.
Now she was aware of staring at her own reflection. She gave a determined growl at herself, raised a paw and splashed the surface, breaking her image. She turned on a dime and then left the lake.
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