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10-16-2013, 09:27 PM
Mirage the DragonHeart The reaction, or rather, lack thereof, was to be expected. Mirage couldn't read whether he knew of them or not, whether he sanctioned them, directed them, or whether he was completely ignorant to the actions of those he called kin. She yearned to ask for their punishment, for their deaths in exchange for those she had received - but then, she wasn't capable of that, was she? The little shadow mare had merely taken from them something precious, a mate and her children, and kept them safe and secure for a time, shedding blood only when the opposing force attempted to ransack their home.. It was never Mirage's intention to follow through with the violent thoughts that cascaded through her mind, though there were times that she had lost control, that she had committed murder herself - always she justified it. Did they justify their murders too?
I accept. So they would meet again come the dawn of OrangeMoon - and what? Declare war? Negotiate further on this fragile treaty they had created? Time would tell whether they were capable of keeping the peace for even a season, though Mirage held onto the hope that they would. The dark mare nodded once, bowing her chin to her chest, before meeting his hard stare with her own aureate gaze. "It is done." Tell them the prisoners are free to go. The DragonHeart spoke to the keeper of her soul, her beloved Akaith, who still flew in the skies above, a silent predator hidden by the enchanted night her beloved cast over the realm. The little queen did as she was instructed, touching upon the minds of those dragons still within the Edge, those who would know to release the captives, the foals and the mare. Did Mirage have any regrets for her actions? No. Not when the peace she sought had finally been achieved. Calling upon the magic that would turn her into an illusion, the shadow mare cloaked herself, and made the slow climb down the Fields once more. |
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