Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat

[PRIVATE] Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

10-06-2013, 07:12 PM

Golden eyes was drawn towards a black figure in the gloom just as a hoarse, oddly muffled voice called out to him. Hesitating with a frown forming on the brow, Lace watched with narrowed gaze as a dark mare appeared before him, tall and lean with muscles rippling beneath a velvet coat. There was something naggingly familiar about her. He had seen that blaze before, laid eyes on the high socks, the flowing mane and its unsettling decorations of pegasi feathers and rattling teeth.

Reluctantly the stallion stopped and waited for her to come closer, his entire body screaming out the wariness he felt towards the stranger. From the twitching ears to the swelling arch of the neck, the silken tail still regrowing from an encounter with fire - an embarrassing story, really, more fit for another time - swaying behind the hocks in an attempt to keep the biting flies away from the gray skin.

"Yes?" he replied questioningly. The normally gentle, soothing voice was reserved and short, as always when he first came across strangers who's character he was unable to grasp. This mare... She confused him. For all that she seemed to have been blessed with in terms of health and strength, her eyes were lined with red and bleary, the black cheeks streaked as though by falling tears... Had she been crying?

And then, just as he felt the heart begin to soften for the unhappy soul before him, memory struck the stallion like a whip. A tall, imposing figure on the other side of a battlefield. The sickly sweet voice as she bartered with Mirage over the release of hostages taken, the unusual event of a herd leader in the mercy of another...
What, by all the gods, had happened for the Dark Empress, the Lady of the Basin and the most wicked mare in all of Helovia to look so broken?

Thoroughly confused but too experienced to let it show the silver-maned stallion remained where he was, curiosity now quickly replacing the wariness without for a second relenting any of the suspicion he felt... This was sure to be good.

Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-

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