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Ice eyes gently close, canceling out the swampy horizon that spread out before the mare. The creature stood stock still, like a statue in the middle of the murky earth, as if she was grown into the thin passage way. A slight breeze twisted through the thin trees, lifting the mare’s thick banners upwards in a strange macabre dance. Along with the breeze the small trinket that laid against her chest, closest to her heart along a simple string, the old and worn vertebrae that the mare kept sacred began to tap into her body. Behind her eyelids dark memories began to wiz past her gaze, steering dangerously close to the past that she tried to keep locked inside a thick cage. The face of which the bone belonged to threatening her fragile mind. The mare’s gaze snapped back open. She did not need to have one of her moments. The times when she grew weak and mourned the loss of her sanity, when she broke down and allowed icy tears to roll down her masked face. Those were the moments that she truly hated. She wanted to be strong, stronger than any equine who dared to live in the lands of Helovia. Alas she would never get that way if she allowed her emotions to get the best of her, only the weak did so. So, of course, she would have to cancel out any of the emotions that ruined her in such a way. She would have to destroy all of her old memories. Become as cold as the land that she now called home. It would take years to do so, lots of struggle and pain, but she could do it. She could become strong. She would reach her goals; reach the blessed light of blankness.
The mare shook her elegant frame slightly, riding herself of all these thoughts. Gaze trails along the murky land that stretched out before her. It was a horrid place here, not near the beauty of the Basin of which she now called home. But this land did have an aspect that Epona loved. The sweet smell of death permeated the whole land; it canceled out any other scent. It caused the mare’s pulse to race, her blood to pump under her skin, it was a sweet exhilaration. As the mare perked her ears forward the wind began to howl between the many gnarled trees that shot up from the murk. Beneath the melodies of the howl it seemed as if thousands of screams echoed inside the sound. The voices of the hundreds of equine that were trapped in this land. It was as sweet as a symphony to the mare. She knew those screams well, they echoed the sound of her many victims. Each kills that the mare greatly enjoyed. Her lust for death almost exceeded her yearning for the meat that such death provided, almost. This was why the beast had traveled to this land. She was a wanderer, she did not wish to stay put for too long. True, her home was beautiful. The sweet cold was much more preferable than the sweltering heat that the beast found anywhere else. The equines there seemed to be tolerable enough, or so she believed. She would call that place her home for most of her life, and the mare felt perfectly fine with that. But she could not spend all of her hours there; she would go even madder than she already had. So she traveled the lands of Helovia. But not every place caught her eye. This was one of the few that truly did make the mare proud of her land. Death always colored the creature happy. Few equines could understand this; few knew the true beauty of death. The alluring color of crimson blood. The melodic tune of screaming, equines begging for mercy. The lovely scent that death brought to the land. The grand splendor of defeating an opponent. Few horses understood this and so the mare was forced to find a land that did, and this was just that place. This land understood that death was a necessity of life. It came to everyone; even the strongest of equines fell to death’s frail hands. Those who shortened this time period would surely be blessed by death when the time came for them to fall as well; for they had provided death with play things, company in his murky void. The mare chuckled lightly, eyes roaming the land once more. Perhaps this was death’s land. It seemed quite fitting. How he would sing and dance to the glorious screams that echoed throughout the stale air. ”Oh death, if you are here, bless your favored servant with your company. For I am weak from travel and would enjoy the company of one such as yourself.” She was not asking to die, no her time was not now. She was only asking to see her rulers face, to acknowledge that he favored her as she dreamed he did. Had death ever shown his face to an equine? Did he waste his ghostly breath upon the air of what vile creatures lived in this land? Epona was unsure, but if he so chose to appear he would be in the presence of his most loyal servant.
@[Africa]
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