KAHLUA

As the world around her quieted down and the friends that she had somehow asked to come with her on this venture finished their battles, the queen stood still beside her cart and surveyed the damage that had been done. Bloody bodies, bloody ground, bloody blood… She hated it. She hated all of it. Especially, she hated the armor she was wearing. As she had a flair for the dramatic anyway, it was not a stretch for the queen to take her frustrations out on what she wore. Tearing the wolf-skin cape from her shoulders, tossing it haphazardly onto the ground, the queen then got to work on taking off her armor. Twisting and shaking, writhing and bucking about until it loosened, the metal fell to the ground with a crash. Violently, the queen’s hoof struck out, crashing against the metal piece, creating a loud ping but unsatisfyingly not causing much damage to the item.

Moments later, her head whipped around, attention returning to the wolf skin. More death. Not a horse, but a creature nevertheless, had died for its creation. Screaming to the heavens, eyes watering with all the tears that the poor girl could produce, anger and frustration and too many other emotions overfilling her already full heart, the queen descending upon the cape. Grabbing it in her teeth and flailing upwards, it suddenly occurred to the poor woman what a fool she must look like. So, instead of thrashing about or stomping on it as she wanted to, the painted woman fell to the floor, tears suddenly accompanied by heaving sobs pouring out of her chest.

Burying her face in the warmth of the cape, the queen vaguely felt as Khan settled on her back, unsure of what to do with the overwhelming emotion that was flooding his mind. Her tender heart and soul hurt for what she had asked her herd members to do and were in agony for what she had done to the Falls members. They had not asked for this, had been given no choice, had been offered no alternatives. Nothing, only war, had fallen upon them, and Kahlua, too weak to say no to the man that she had loved, had let all of this happen.

Though her eyes were closed and buried, she could still see Resplendence and Alysanne walking towards this place, healers out of their element. She could see all of the herd members she had invited into her home, promising them peace. She could see the terror on the faces of the Falls members, and the children watching in the distance. She could see the blood pouring from their bodies, hear the screams falling from their mouths, and here she was, beside her cart that she had brought to this place with evil intentions, sobbing on the ground.

She was weak. She had needed to be stronger. She would never be strong enough for this. And once again, the depressed queen hated herself, and hated Kaj, and hated Archibald, and hated the Lady Moon for making all of this happen. She hated everything on this stupid earth, and for once in her small life, the queen did not even know who she wanted to talk to, so she took solace in her own sorrows, and sobbed into the darkness, trying to make sense of what had happened. There was no sense to be had.

@[Thranduil]- set before the Edge leads competition

the sunshower