Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat

[PRIVATE] Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

10-06-2013, 06:53 PM

The shadow-mare had not often wandered so far south, even before gaining the Aurora Basin as a home, and so it was with new eyes that she observed the changing of the terrain, the appearance of murky, still waters to either side of the path, and spooky, gnarled trees here and there. She was the picture of dejection as she wandered through the marsh: she carried her head low, the six scant inches of horn still attached to her cranium a very obvious show of what she was missing. She could not find the strength to switch her tail at the flies that landed along her body, no doubt fresh from some corpse somewhere. The entire place reeked of death, though she found that she couldn't care less.

Perhaps this was what she deserved. Perhaps she should just wade into the depths, allow the water to close over her maw and pull her gently into the jaws of Death. She paused, gazing blankly over the dark surface, contemplating. How easy it would be to simply slip away! There was no one left to miss her now, no one left to care if she lived or died. Her father had never wanted her, her family had all but disowned her; her own herd, the family that she had chosen and given the past year of her life to, would probably be better off with her dead. In the end, it was cowardice that pulled her from the water's edge rather than the desire to live; the thought of allowing the slimy liquid to close over her cranium gave her the shivers, and so she moved on, sadder than ever, for she could not even succeed in disposing of herself.

What good am I? she wondered as she walked along, lost in thought. She had no horn; she was no leader. She had failed in battle. She had failed to be what she had wanted to be for so long. She was, ultimately, a coward and a failure, and no course of thought managed to dissuade her from these depressing thoughts. A splash from her right caught her attention momentarily; she looked warily toward the water, searching for a source, but found nothing. She skirted that pond, quickly following a path in the opposite direction. She cared little about getting lost, not when she had proven to be so useless and unloved. It's not like anyone would miss her if she never returned; they had made that crystal clear.

It was as she traversed this particular path that she became aware that she was approaching another form in the shadows. Surprise registered briefly on her features, and then a shade of her old disgust. Her head flew up regally, dislike etched on her unremarkable features. Of course, she would find a nice, quiet place to die and it would be ruined by one of them. The hornless. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she blanched, realizing that like it or not, she was one of them. Tears welled in her eyes, and she halted, closing her amber orbs against the outside world. The equine would not see her cry; she had not fallen so very far, had she?

However, as tears began to leak down her cheeks, it became clear that she had indeed fallen quite that far.

Opening her eyes and seemingly unaware of the drops falling from them or the sniffles emanating from her nostrils, she swallowed hard and continued to make her way forward. Perhaps, if nothing else, the brute would just kill her and put her out of her misery. "Hey - you!" she called, her voice raw and lacking its usual venom. "Might I have a word?"

"Talk talk talk."