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Magnolia Takekuro · 01-26-2011, 04:22 PM

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For whoever wants to come corrupt my baby Maggie :3 preferably people that expressed interest in the request thread I had created, HOWEVER anyone is open to it! Yaaaaaay corruption. Sorry for Maggie being so whiny. XD

It was like her own mother had punched her in the face.

So Lolita, Foxglove, and Poppy had gone. Any sort of idea of a family Magnolia was brought up to believe she had been completely destroyed. The worst part was that Poppy and Foxglove had chosen to follow their traitorous mother away from here as well. Magnolia couldn’t wrap her head around her sisters leaving. There was no reason to go, Pappa Niro could take care of them. Well, despite the fact that she barely knew her own mirror-image father, she believed in him. She was always happy to see him, and he was always so warm and loving in return. She had been dropped off like a piece of luggage to her father, with only a small goodbye from her mother. Poppy and Foxglove left without a word to her; Maggie knew they were cowards anyway. She never wanted to see them again. So screw them. Good riddance. Magnolia Monroe did not need any sisters or mother.

Her new home was in a completely different area. She knew no one, didn’t feel like meeting anyone, and didn’t want to play with anyone. The silvery girl spent most of her days hiding from her father until she felt like going back home. She was older now, and could hunt for herself, and didn’t need anyone. She would never call a place home unless her mother returned for her. Magnolia never wanted to step foot in this god-forsaken place again.

So she had run. Run for days until her little feet couldn’t carry her anymore. She ran until she didn’t recognize anything anymore and until lines of tears down her face felt like they would be permanently there. She had cried, oh how she cried the night Lolita left. Despite her mother’s strange and sometimes unsatisfying role in her life, she couldn’t believe that she had actually left. The little one felt completely alone for the first time in her life. She never thought this day would come. Maggie had always dreamed of seeing her dad more, but always under the careful supervision of Lolita of course. Never being forced to uproot and forget everything she had learned to love and call her own, at the expense of seeing her father more.

It was getting dark. The wind made the trees sway, just like they always did. It wasn’t a particularly cold wind, but the trees battering against one another made the little one stop and think about where she was going for the first time in hours since waking up. She was in the middle of nowhere. Maggie finally stopped her slow pace of walking and sat on the side of a tree. A mountain was in front of her, one that she had never seen before. The little girl looked at it curiously for a moment before going back to crying. She was alone, miserable, tired, and cold. She just wanted her momma back. But there was nothing she could do anymore to change that.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 01-26-2011, 08:10 PM

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On some days Larkspur did nothing but ride. He found that the snow was treacherous on horseback, but he had since determined the best places to go. As nightfall came, though, he circled back towards the caves. Even though he was built for such weather (thanks to the father who hated him) his horse was not. Still, she had grown in a winter coat and seemed to do all right during their rides. They traveled the low parts of Anathema’s territory almost daily, looking for nothing in particular. Initially he had kept his eyes open for Misery, but a part of him believed that she had become a ghost—that what he saw had only been her shade, not her true form. He had not seen her in months now. Trotting back through the snow, the mare snorted and shook her mane. They had been lucky so far, but the wind had picked up in the past hour. It was not a biting wind, but enough to make him turn in.

Yet as he moved towards the caves a high pitched wailing made him perk up. He stopped the horse and lifted his ears, searching for the source of the sound. It wasn’t that far, but he was having trouble narrowing it down with the wind. His horse snorted loudly and stamped a foot against the snow. “Easy,” he warned her, but there was no malice in his voice.

Magnolia Takekuro · 02-01-2011, 05:33 PM

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Plodding steps slowly got louder and louder in front of the silvery little girl. Green eyes squinted in the darkening light to find the source of the sound. A cream colored beast with frosted breath slowly made its way over to where the girl lay on her stomach, doing her best to hide. Despite her attempt to hide, audible whines mixed with terror and cold escaped her mouth. The little one stared up at the great creature which was off to her right, and momentarily stopped crying. She had never seen that type of animal before. It took Magnolia ages to figure out something else was on top of it, and at the realization she let out an audible gasp.

A gust of winter wind reminded her that her toes were beginning to freeze, and she finally decided to get out of ‘hiding’. The silvery pup let out a very childish whimper before resuming crying, this time wasting no energy to hide those cries. Magnolia looked up at the black figure in front of her, truly amazed. She wanted to get his attention to help her, but instead she just sat there, helpless and cold.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-06-2011, 06:05 PM

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To his surprise, the noise was coming from a small puppy that wiggled out from under a bush. Larkspur narrowed his eyes. She was not one of the ones he recognized as Anathema’s property (for in his mind children were things first, people later) and clearly upset. He swung from the back of the horse in a smooth motion, dropping into the snow. Larkspur was not particularly fond of children, but he had made exceptions. Harlowe had failed miserably, and the harlequin girl had shown potential. It was a shame she still lived with a weak alpha guiding her.

“C’mere,” he said flatly, his pelt rippling like the horses as it tried to shake away the cold. “Yer gonna freeze t’death out here.” If she belonged somewhere else he would return her after the wind subsided. Naniko was a woman, and he doubted she’d have an issue with a puppy being saved from death. It was one of the weakness’ of the fairer sex.

Magnolia Takekuro · 03-06-2011, 06:26 PM

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The little one had been taken by surprise when the hulking figure found her. But honestly, she didn’t know what to expect. She was crying rather loudly, so she was bound to be caught exactly. Maggie finally stood up on all four legs, attempting to shake off the cold at the same time. Her tiny feet were freezing and until the wind hit her again she hadn’t realized how cold the night had gotten. Magnolia was wary of the man and his company, but decided being warm was a good option right now. “Sorry,” she mumbled, still sniffling. “ I ran away from home,” she said even quieter than before. This stranger would hopefully understand, or (she prayed) take her to warmth.

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