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Ice eyes stare back at ice eyes, a haunted expression seeping into the mare’s face. The shattered reflection of herself was now more hideous than before, her body no longer fitting together. Pieces of herself hung apart from where they were supposed to go, far from their places. Yet, she stayed together; she could still stand tall. A low smile lifted the mare’s lips. She was stronger than this, stronger than throwing a tantrum in a cavern; stronger than hoping for death. Despite her broken appearance no eye that looked upon the reflection could deny the mare’s beauty, she was an elegant thing indeed. The spark that now shimmered inside her frozen eyes showed the strength that resided deep inside her soul. The vicious smile that now cut open her lips allowed for predatorial sharpened teeth to hang from her mouth, showing just how dangerous her beauty was. The creature tossed her head proudly. She would not allow her ennui to cloud her mind. She was not some pathetic creature who allowed bitter tears to roll from her eyes, who hoped for death, who gave up. No. She was strong, more powerful than any would give her credit for. She had survived. She had triumphed over the cursed life that had been granted her. She kept on living through her grief, through her growing insanity. She did not allow her broken life to weaken herself, and she never would. Those who are broken are the strongest of all. They know how to survive damnation. Epona could not agree more with the wicked voices who sung inside her mind, for once they did not speak down to her, they accepted what she thought as truth. This caused the smile along her lips to calm to a sweeter natured one. She would survive. She would live her life. She would stay strong.
As the beast watched her reflection something caught her attention, there was a form emerging behind her. At first the creature believed it to be a ghost, a demon. His coal painted coat would blend in well with the night, his spiraling horn seemed to be coated in blood. But a long scar across his eye broke this allusion. A demon would not be scarred, and ghosts lost such things when they traveled through the void. So, the grisly looking beast was a part of reality. The mare allowed her gaze to linger on his reflection for many more moments. His coat was covered in the sweet metallic scent and color of blood. A smirk crossed the mare’s lips. So, he was a killer. One of our own. The mare chuckled lightly at the voices. ”Yes, one of us.” Her words were whispered to the voices, though there was a chance that in this silent place the stallion who was coming upon the mare could have heard her words. As he grew closer the mare decided she might as well look upon his true form, not just his reflection. With one swift movement the mare pivoted, so that her gaze landed on the boy’s true form. He stood smaller than herself, though that was true for many horses. Epona noted his crimson colored rump, an addition to the stallion’s ebony coat that the mare believed added significantly to his looks. The mottling around his face was something that the mare had never seen before and so she counted it off as some kind of birth defect. The mare gazed for a long moment at the scar that cut down the beast’s face, feeling lucky that she did not have such a thing to mar her beauty; though she could not deny the character that it added to the stallion. His porcelain mane and tail contrasted greatly with the rest of his bodice, catching he mare’s eye as well. He could be considered a handsome brute, though the blood would most likely scare away most mares. But of course, not this one, she was different. The crimson stains only caused a thin smirk to roll upon her lips.
As the mare watched the stallion he began to speak, telling the mare that she was an idiot if she wished to throw her life away. Epona’s ears flick backwards from the insult of being called an idiot, but return to a frontwards position when she realizes that he is indeed right. Of course, he did not need to know that she was hoping for death, for she was not anymore; that had passed. ”I do not fear death. I have granted it to far too many to believe it to be frightening. I have seen the grace that it allows.” A roll of insane giggles comes from the mare’s lips at this thought. She remembered every face that had fallen under her, their flesh provided a quench to her lust. They had screamed in terror, tried to run, fought back; but no matter how terrorized the creatures were they always fell. And whenever the sweet kiss of death finally graced them there was no sign of the struggle that had permeated their bodies only moments before, they were all completely peaceful. The stallion is still there. The words wake the mare from her memories, reminded her that there was a guest here. ”Still, death is not something I wish for.” The mare watched the stallion, waiting to see if he would try to deny what she was saying, there was no telling how much of her show he had seen. Hopefully he would just accept her words as truth. As the mare waited the boy spoke once more. Saying that even if she had been through hell and had done bad things she was throwing something away only given once. The mare had to agree with the words that he said, reminding herself how grateful she was that she had stayed strong and halted her prayers for death. She did not truly wish for that. His words were not finished. He stated that he was everything that he did not wish to be. His mind was snapping, he killed people, and his life was still peachy. The mare laughed heartedly at this description; tail flicking back and forth as she contemplated the stallion’s words. ”Well, dear sir. If that is correct then I must commend you. For you are lucky to not have a past that haunts you. To not have a conscious from younger and happier days, that clings to your soul forevermore. Reminding you of how damned you have become. How every soul that has become one with the earth due to you waits just inside the gates of hell to rip you to shreds. One that makes you weak in moments when you most need to be strong.” Her words were strong, seeming to echo around the ice walls that the two were surrounded by. The mare then decided she would test the stallion of which she had only just met. ”If what you say is true that throwing away a life that is only granted once is idiotic; a statement that I whole heartedly agree with, and you are the killer that you say. Wouldn’t that make us uncontrollable hypocrites? Saying that a life is precious when we rip them away from other equines without a second thought? Aren’t we even more damned for such truthful thoughts?” Would he grow angry because of these questions? Was he truly the unhaunted beast that he said he was, or was there some remorse buried deep inside him? The mare was interested to see. An eyebrow gently tilts at the boy, patiently awaiting his reply.
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