In the wake of darkness [open/leads]

In the wake of darkness [open/leads]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

12-23-2012, 08:33 PM

She hadn't expected to miss Deimos' presence, but it seemed that the Basin was lacking without its deadly General.

There was something reassuring about one with the ability to convey the horror of imminent death. It made a herd feel invincible; after all, who would take them on with the threat of annihilation hanging over their heads like a figurative sword, waiting to bring their demise down on them from the heavens? Without him, it was not that they were unprotected, it was not that they were weak, but they lacked a certain sureness that would have been present. To have a General stolen suggested that any of them could be stolen; it did not exactly make the herd feel protected. And an unprotected family was one who would turn on those charged with their safety. The shadow-mare cursed the thieves that had taken Deimos; with him, they had taken a portion of her dignity, a portion of her brethren's loyalty.

She spotted the colt as he crested the ridge into their lands. He was grey, lightly dappled in his youth, sporting a lovely, spiraled horn and the red tinges that marked Paladin's family. Perhaps she would have been on her guard, had he not come alone, but as it were, she knew that she, a seasoned veteran, would be more than capable of taking a challenge from an impudent yearling. She approached at a brisk trot, head carried high, like royalty, marking herself as one to be listened to and reckoned with. She could not be sure of his heritage, of course, lest he admit to being the son of a traitor; but she had her suspicions, and she would like as not lack trust. After all, why would he be here, of all places?

"Greetings, darling," the Empress called to the young unicorn. "And welcome to Aurora Basin." she would wait to announce her titles and rankings until the distance between them had closed; after all, there was no use in yelling back and forth like rambunctious foals. And then she was upon him, the feathers swirling in the breeze created by her movement, tossed to and fro within her banner. Keen amber eyes skimmed over his musculature, defined and matured for one who she assumed to be fairly young. "I am Psyche the Dark Empress, the Lady of Aurora Basin," she introduced herself. "And who might you be?"