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[OPEN] bloodflood

Nyx Posts: 292
Deceased atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 11 HP: 72 | Buff: SWIFT
Dominus :: White Lion :: None Snow
#3

"Libertad!"

The mare's cry is a primal howl of relief, the sacred bellow of a mother's joy. Her eyes refuse to believe the truth that has materialised before her in a blast of red roses; her son, her precious boy, her Libertad.

Despite her attempts to be a fearsome mother bear, Nyx's track record with her offspring is less than perfect. She has delivered six children since she entered Helovia, but of those six only three remain - Oizys, Arakh and Esinakh. A fifty percent hit rate of foal-keepage is far from perfect, and the silver's guilt often manifests across her face as she thinks of her missing children. Libertad, d'Arcy, Enyo....each one precious, each one missed.

It doesn't occur to her that her son may resent her for her disappearance during his youth. With the pure conviction of a mother, she cannot comprehend the idea of her child hating her for something she did out of necessity, not out of desire. Of course, the world cannot know that she left to hide her shame, that she disappeared for the length of her pregnancy in order to mask her slattern ways, that she invented a lie just to disguise the horrible, horrible truth. No, Libertad cannot know that, but she still doesn't think he will hate her.

Well, she's thought it. She's considered it, for brief fractions of time in her darkest hours. She always stifles the idea, though, because it hurts too much to contemplate.

There's another mare, the one who called the meeting of the warriors. Nyx doesn't mean to be rude by ignoring the short blue woman, but she has eyes only for her son. Heavens, he's grown - he's taller than her now, strapping and muscular, a stallion bloomed from the seeds of a colt. He's scarred, a thicket of thorns instead of the bouquet of roses she remembers, but he's beautiful. With a soft huff of greeting, the mare attempts to press her nose into the arch of his neck, noting with a thrill of pride how she has to reach up in order to do so. "Where have you been?" she murmurs to him, although part of her dreads the answer.

[ SOMEDAY WE MAY SEE A WOMAN KING, SWORD IN HAND, SWING AT SOME EVIL AND BLEED ]

Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.



Messages In This Thread
bloodflood - by Libertad - 11-27-2016, 04:17 PM
RE: bloodflood - by Roskuld - 11-27-2016, 05:36 PM
RE: bloodflood - by Nyx - 11-28-2016, 01:10 PM
RE: bloodflood - by Libertad - 11-28-2016, 06:41 PM
RE: bloodflood - by Roskuld - 12-02-2016, 11:45 PM
RE: bloodflood - by Nyx - 12-03-2016, 11:41 AM
RE: bloodflood - by Libertad - 01-03-2017, 01:00 AM

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