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Dear Diary,

[i]God, why did I ever agree to this. I wanted to be an outlaw but not at the expense of my unborn child. I chose this life so now it is time that I stick to my promise .. no matter how difficult it is. I hope that mama and papa are proud with me I reckon. They taught me all I know as of now. I need to make a better life for me and for him or her. I made a few buddies here but I still feel as though we could be ambushed at any time or place. Perhaps I am just being negative. I need to be more positive, I will from now on then and fight for my buddies.

Sad news, Mack and Roy died. I had just grown to know them and just like that they were blown away. I will never forget them, especially how funny Roy was. He could touch anyone's funnybone. He and Mack will be forever missed by me and the others as well.
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Kira,
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Upon awakening the next early dawn Kira the outlaw yawned, stretching out the tense arms and legs that held aching bones beneath their flesh like that of a limber feline. She sighed once her first task was completed, exiting her dark, emerald mossy green triangular tent in a crawl like motion before attempting to stand to petite, bare feet which were softly planted firmly in the soft, green foliage.

She sighed once upon, supporting her full 110 pound weight upon them, her slender legs that many a man would die for and lastly her curvy hips. She was indeed with child but it only showed to be of a slight bump, her beloved was off hunting in the Hunting Cabin's lands for the crew. She wanted to be in his arms, her hormones all over the place and her feeling ever so lonesome for his embraces and kisses.

She traveled for a short amount of steps, seeing one of her buddies staring out at the lake as if deep in thought about something. He looked peaceful, wild almost, as if she were belonging of another world. She approached him with silent steps, her booted footwear making soft footfalls with it ever so gently, sounding so foreign to her ears to the loudness she normally she usually did with them whenever she was with her men in the presence of war itself fighting against the enemy clan. "Hmm ..?" She muttered, deep in thought as if unable to do anything else.

She walked over to the log that Elijah was perched in sitting upon, sitting down upon. "Mornin' Elijah." She said simply, tipping her hat to him. "Nice day ain't it?" She watched the beams of blinding sunlight shine off of the crystal clear Tallahatchie Lake, admiring it's beauty and majesty.

She was waiting for her husband to return, becoming quite impatient with him because he left without his morning kiss. She wanted to pace but right now all she did was remain where she sat because she was feeling quite nauseous and she feared she would vomit if she moved even a single inch of a movement. 

Her long, sharp nails tapped on the tough bark of the log remaining silent as if the dead itself. She was restless, her eyes searching each setting that they had place their wild gaze upon. As she moved to awaken her trusty, once soundly slumbering companion Feather who was slumbering nearby. 

Her empty stomach rumbled, echoing so loud in her chambers she was surprised a maid didn't hear it. She clenched her stomach as she felt the heat of a blush paint her cheeks a bright pink. 

Her eyes glanced up at her reflection, Her long black as ink hair fell down along her back. It was tousled with curls framing long strands around her shoulder and face. The light curls falling behind her almost making it look like she was shrouded in darkness. Her outfit was nothing more than a simple dress. 

The log had become her safe space, The log and the water. She could see flowers growing beyond the dead foliage, trying to grow through weeds. She knew that it wouldn't be long until they were drained of all their beauty and destined to die just like the others had. The dead trees, broken and unloved. 

She felt a sense of relatability with how they felt, trying to bloom and survive only to be shadowed by darkness. 

Still, with all the dead, it gave her hope. Hope for what? She wasn't sure, but it was hope nonetheless. 

However, this window..the flowers..they would reignite it for her. 

She was a beautiful woman, at least that was what her mother told her. She was always told her hair was worth every ounce of silver it resembled, Her body would make any man happy but her mouth would get her smacked. She was always the type to jump in the mud puddles when it rained, she loved working on farms and laying in the grass with the animals. She was not your typical beauty.

As she grew she never let her father go without making sure he knew what kind of man he was. She could still feel the sting on her face from the last night she spent in her room.

As a thunderstorm raged within the depths of her mind the rain was pouring down within, turning the world of her thoughts into a grim, gray fog. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Actually, the streams of water that came down from the sky looked quite intriguing. Something the woman was tempted to paint, though only with paint it was difficult to get that image sometimes. 

She hummed as she rubbed her stomach with a dainty hand, she thought as to if it calmed the unborn life within her womb, a life soon to be blossomed into a child. She smiled at the such thought, wondering as to if it would be such to it. "Hmm? .. I am wonderin' if ya will be a girl or a boy?" She said softly but out loud, not knowing that she was doing such. She would usually say such out loud once she was alone or with her beloved husband. "Papa will love ya either way but he be wantin' a little girl he can spoil." 

She gently patted her belly.