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It was early morning in the World's Edge; a thick veil of mist had rolled in from the coast overnight, sheathing the land in obscurity. Along the coast, waves crashed at the base of the massive cliffs, a sound one could only vaguely hear from their tops. It was a lonely kind of place, the edge of the ocean, with poignant silence broken only by the cries of the seagulls, lost in the fog overhead. Further inland, the tops of the lush, majestic trees soared above the morning's fog. Below, the fog had dispersed somewhat, broken by the tree trunks. The pastures, though, were still undercover.
The lone black femme had wandered her way along the coastline under the cover of night. She knew this land perhaps better than some of those who lived here. She had lived here once, after all, and wandering along the coast had been one of her favorite things to do. Out here she could get lost in her thoughts, in her plans, and she didn't have to think about what her next move was. Of course, she thrived in the herd, gathering the beginnings of the Plague to do her bidding, to see her dreams become reality. But sometimes she had to think on her own to see what new ideas she could come up with, how she could make her vengeance come sooner.
And wandering the coastline brought back many powerful memories. Well, not just the coastline - the entire land. Mauja's land. At one time, Mauja had sought to make her his queen. Psyche shook her head, her long, silken black mane flying into disarray. From in between locks of hair showed multicolored feathers, and even a few equine teeth - trophies of her battles, memoirs of those she had killed in order to establish a strictly Unicorn regime. And yet, she was no closer now to that goal than she was when Mauja had been with her. Frustration. Was that what had brought her back all this way?
Of course, she wanted to find Sno, who had left to find her father. But perhaps she wanted to find Mauja, too. Not so that they could have some stupid, romantic lovers' reunion, of course. But so that she could reestablish her rightful place as the leader of the Plague, so that she could take back what was hers. With Mauja on her side, she could regain control and, with a few more followers, begin her takeover of Helovia. A smile crossed her maw as she imagined a Unicorn-only hierarchy. She would give anything to make her lifelong goal a reality. But the inhabitants of the World's Edge would have to find her first.
The lone black femme had wandered her way along the coastline under the cover of night. She knew this land perhaps better than some of those who lived here. She had lived here once, after all, and wandering along the coast had been one of her favorite things to do. Out here she could get lost in her thoughts, in her plans, and she didn't have to think about what her next move was. Of course, she thrived in the herd, gathering the beginnings of the Plague to do her bidding, to see her dreams become reality. But sometimes she had to think on her own to see what new ideas she could come up with, how she could make her vengeance come sooner.
And wandering the coastline brought back many powerful memories. Well, not just the coastline - the entire land. Mauja's land. At one time, Mauja had sought to make her his queen. Psyche shook her head, her long, silken black mane flying into disarray. From in between locks of hair showed multicolored feathers, and even a few equine teeth - trophies of her battles, memoirs of those she had killed in order to establish a strictly Unicorn regime. And yet, she was no closer now to that goal than she was when Mauja had been with her. Frustration. Was that what had brought her back all this way?
Of course, she wanted to find Sno, who had left to find her father. But perhaps she wanted to find Mauja, too. Not so that they could have some stupid, romantic lovers' reunion, of course. But so that she could reestablish her rightful place as the leader of the Plague, so that she could take back what was hers. With Mauja on her side, she could regain control and, with a few more followers, begin her takeover of Helovia. A smile crossed her maw as she imagined a Unicorn-only hierarchy. She would give anything to make her lifelong goal a reality. But the inhabitants of the World's Edge would have to find her first.
