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Post by camino on Oct 12, 2008 18:18:08 GMT -5
The Gypsy pinto walked the deserted lands, a pain in her heart. Burn was dead and she herself, pained inside. She was supposed to be Medicine Equine for Burn, the only horse alowed to have one. And now, she was ruled by Quixtant, the ugly, terrible stallion who had killed Burn.
She gulped down her tears and looked away, into the wind and prayed for peace.
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 13, 2008 17:18:56 GMT -5
Quixtant watched the fae. He did have a soft spot, but, he wouldn't show. "Now doll, if you had've corroperated, none of it woud happen. I'm sorry, m'love."
He breathed i her warm scent. "They curse you, WindCharm, don't they...?", he felt awkward askig her, just after he had killed Burn......
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Post by camino on Oct 13, 2008 18:31:36 GMT -5
That evil stag had approached her. How could he have such nerve! She felt a short pain and looked up at him. "I'm not your 'm'dear' thank you. I am Windcharm, and I belong to nothing but the win." She protested, and turned to look away.
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 13, 2008 19:44:57 GMT -5
That was that, Quixtant's heat turned cold again. Rage burned in his eyes, "You will be my medicine horse, understand wench?" he growled. His love had just turned off....
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Post by camino on Oct 14, 2008 10:09:24 GMT -5
WindcharmBaby why'd you leave me
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream
Windcharm looked up at him. Why was her life crashing before her eyes? Why was life so unfair? Burn, a stag sje had known for 2 good years, was now dead, forever. She blinked the tears away and shook her head.
"I know.." She choked, she put her vail across her eyes to hide her tears. Leaves from fall swayed around her as the wind whistled.
A chesnut stag came into view. He walked like the summer grass and he smelled like heaven. His smile beckoned to her, his coat of sunset. Tassels waving.
"Burn!" She called, and smiled. It was Burn, standing only a few feet away, in a ray of sunlight. She began to walk toward him, and he vanished into thin air.
"Burn...." She whispered, and put her head down and let her tears fall like a river. She layed down and cried herself a little river. How could she live without him?
The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray
Lord please lift his soul, and heal this hurt
Then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard
Then they handed her a folded up flag
And she held on to all she had left of him
Oh, and what could have been
And then the gun's rang one last shot
And it felt like a bullet in her heart
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