For CassiwuvBlood R.I.P Twyla MarieI said goodbye to you today, little cat.Fingers caught on bones when I stroked your fur.You could scarcely raise your head to drink,yet still you calmed me with your purr.Were you comfortable curled on the rug?And did you know your time drew near?Your wide green eyes held gentle love,and quiet pain, but showed no fear.You slipped away so quietlythat we weren't sure that you were gone.Our bouncy little cat is stilledbut your spirit lingers on.Little ghostcat, where are you?Are you happy, are you strong?I feel your warmth, your life, your loveand still can hear your purring song.
Inara's Past Chapter 1 My Past was hard. Abused, mistreated, no happiness. Under control by cruel animals that don't deserve to be called equines. My father Fariq, my mother Amal, my little sister Amarra
My whole herd. Was nothing but slaves? Worthless, they used us for their dirty work. It had to stop, and it did. Thanks to my power. Every horse has a special power and/or ability. You usually find what your power is at the age of 10 months. I was 9 and a half and my little sister were 3 months. My poor mother had to give birth at that terrible place and Amarra was raised there. Thankfully my mother's spirit was in my sister's soul and she didn't turn into a blood thirsty killer. "You
little filly. Fetch me some berries. Only fresh ones, you insolent foal. Or you'll know what will happen." A selfish, cruel stallion named Amit would hurt me badly if I didn't get what he wanted. One time, he drew blood on my flank and I suffered a lot of tissue damage. I couldn't