she's a bit of a fixer-upper [healing]

[OPEN] she's a bit of a fixer-upper [healing]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

02-17-2014, 09:26 PM

She didn't deserve a place in their haven; of that, she was sure. If anything, she had half a mind to go seeking more wraiths, to return to the darkness that had claimed her so easily. Wasn't her weakness in succumbing to the poisonous creatures lurking in the shadows just proof that she did not belong in safety? Wasn't it just another thing telling her that she could never remedy the wrongs she had done? That she would always fall prey to the darkness, in the end? Perhaps her heart, blackened by years of torment and hatred, simply couldn't recover. After all, who was she kidding? Despite everything that the stallion in the marsh had said, her former followers would never accept her again, and those she had tortured would never accept her. Everyone would always suspect her for one thing or another, wouldn't they? Perhaps she was destined to find peace in her solitude.

But how was she to do that with danger lurking around every corner, waiting to take her in again? How was she to prove herself, to reinvent herself, when she knew full well that if she stumbled into the darkness, she would never have the chance? There were many in Helovia that would sooner kill her than look at her, particularly if given a reason - and for whatever reason, she didn't want that. She wanted another chance. She wanted answers. She wanted to figure out just who she was. She wanted more than the life she had led, the life she had been given, the path she had been taken down since she was but a child.

She looked at Lena, taking in perhaps for the first time the mare that had served under her rule; had they truly met, even once, back then? Or had they simply shared passing glances, a greeting every now and again at a meeting? Guilt twisted in the pit of her stomach, and she was painfully aware of the newfound emotion - and how often it seemed to crop up in her life. Had she done anything right in her life? She found that she had nothing to say, nothing to do; but she felt that Lena deserved more, deserved something that the shade could not give her. "Does it protect everyone?" the jackal asked finally, awkwardly. Will they let me in?

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