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08-19-2012, 12:36 AM
The brilliance of the oncoming dusk did nothing to thrill the senses of the desiccated mare, whose mood was so utterly glum that she looked upon her surroundings with nothing but harsh cynicism. There was a sorrow within her that she could not explain. Perhaps it was, loneliness? She had always been a very independent individual, so these new feelings quite confused her, baffled her, even so far as made her slightly angry that she had delved so deeply into her emotions that she worked so hard to keep tucked away and out of sight. And yet, the scents of others wafted throughout the lush air, making her uneasy, though she made no signs that such a thing aggravated her being.
When the two mares approached her, their feminine voices like the serenade of waterfalls and rippling tides, Engku did nothing but stare at first, her cold frigid gaze unforgiving, nearly unwelcoming. She did not want company per se, but there was nothing in their actions that would evoke such a sour disposition from her, and so she spoke to them, with faux politeness, her voice deep, booming, though her words were barely above a whisper. “I am Engku.” Slowly tilting her crown in mocking consideration, she, in an almost accusatory baritone, questioned their presence, and why they drew near. “What do you want?”
