Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE |
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The victor will never be asked if he told the truth.
Someone had warned her once, a long time ago - so long ago that she could no longer remember their face, or the circumstances, or the context. But he or she or whoever it was had told her that she would come to regret her actions, that one day her joy would turn to ashes in her mouth, and she would look back at her life with nothing but horror at the wrongs she had done. Someday she would not remember the reasons behind her actions, would not crave the recognition of being a great leader, would not know who she was or where she belonged. She had ignored them, of course - perhaps she had even killed them, but she couldn't remember that now. What she did remember was the slight chill that swept her core at the words, the way she pushed it aside in favor of her prejudiced bloodlust, pressing it into the recesses of her memory because no, of course they were wrong. She was strong, her cause was just, and she was meant to lead.
In retrospect, something about her naïveté made her ill.
For a long time, she had reveled in her hatred, in her disgust, in her arrogance - it had been her shield, her lifeline, the cold mask that she hid behind, parroting the opinions of a father she hated, but wanted to impress even after his death. She had been good at it, too, for a while - mediocre by his terms but a queen by her own, determined as she was to disprove his poor opinions of her. She had climbed to the top, built an empire brick by brick, murdered and tortured and manipulated until she stood at the top of her very own mountain, held up only by her own actions and choices, never dependent on anyone else (except wasn't she, really?).
She watched him from the shadows, that stallion that she had hated for so long, because he had been Riekahn's favorite, but in the end, hadn't he been the one to fall prey to their inferiors, to give up the teachings of the Crimson King in favor of peace and innocence and some strange farce of valiance? "You were right," she told him as she stepped from the trees, her broken horn held in a defensive bow.
"Talk talk talk."
[OOC | Using a GoT quote ftw!]
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