winning .h e a r t s. [Faelene, open]

winning .h e a r t s. [Faelene, open]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

11-26-2012, 03:01 PM

It was one of those days on which winter seemed to take hold, rooting itself into the very fabric of the land, refusing to give way to the arrival of spring. Sprouts of green, so visible the day before, had been crushed under the last true snowfall of the season. Thick, grey blankets lay across the sky, blocking out the sun, leaving the afternoon dim and depressing. Even the rocks dotting the landscape wore ominous faces, drawn into long, silent screams. Perhaps it was fitting for the shadow-mare to reside in such a terrain, but she had to admit her hatred for days such as this. It was not the darkness or the undertone of desolation; these were normal for her. But the cold - she would forever curse the FrostHeart for bringing the exiles to a place so damn cold.

And then he disappeared. She snorted in frustration. Naturally, he wouldn’t stay to help them through the harsh Frostfall in the absence of the Sun God. Oh, no, he would get himself snatched up into some strange space-time continuum and be vacuumed to some other place of nothingness or somethingness or - Oh, who cares? He was probably nice and cozy wherever he was, while she was left here to pick up his mess. What business had she caring for his herd? They did not know her, most of them, and those that did knew that she had run before. Regardless of whether they were new or old faces, none of them trusted her, and wasn’t that essential to leadership?

The Plague, she could handle. She could prove herself to them. It was easy, in fact. Sure, some may never like her, but she wasn’t interested in their adoration. It was their allegiance that she required, their loyalty, and above all, their devotion to her cause. And this she had gotten. A small smile crossed her maw despite her dark thinking, and her orbs flickered with some distant emotion. It was a look that spoke of the darkness that filled her heart with fiery purpose, so opposite of the Ice King who had once sought her as his queen.

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