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Post by Corrupted Soul on Apr 27, 2010 14:50:20 GMT 8
Sympathy Have you ever wondered, What its like to have eternal sorrow? It hurts. He had come from what seemed a world away. He gasped as he saw the lands. They were beautiful, yet not as beautiful as the land of wishes. He knew when he returned his love would have given birth to their foal. He was here in hope, someone.. Would have a answer to his questions.
He knew they would smell him, every equine and wolf in this land. They would come, and listen.. Or he would come to them and ask them his question, he longed the answer for. Why.. Why must everyone suffer in this world? What.. Truly is suffering? Maybe.. I only know... [/right]
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Post by Kanchana on Apr 27, 2010 15:26:40 GMT 8
Kanchana When everything that cries is you, You see the trouble. You cry too.
She cried, she always did on the inside. Though, she was careful to let none of the others see it. Her truest love, he understood a part of her. But none understood the sorrow she had to remember day by day. Her past, it followed her, like a dark cloud of torture. "Cén fáth, cén fáth go raibh sé ag tarlú. Cén fáth go raibh sé a bheith aici .... cén fáth nach bhféadfadh sí ar bhogadh?" she muttered quietly, walking along the rocky path.
The trees drooped, as if sharing her pain, missing the memory of her daughter. This was sorrow. This was what it felt like to never be happy. Never to smile again. Sure, she acted, speaking as if the world was fine, no one ever got hurt. No, it was the good ones who took the pain, always recieving the worst end of any deal.
"Cén fáth dom!" she cried, lifting her red head to the sky, waiting for answer from the gods. The only reply was the falling snow, its soft, pallid flakes filling the grassy plains. She moaned, continuing slowly on her way.
OOC: ick soz
When everyone around you lies, You see the truth. You lie too.
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