(Psyche) Return My Love, Or Suffer the Consequences

(Psyche) Return My Love, Or Suffer the Consequences

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

12-23-2012, 10:47 PM

It was with an incredulous fury that the shadow-mare regarded the stallion that loved her as he called her out. In front of everyone. How dare he? How dare he demand her presence, as though she were a common whore at his beck and call? No, he would pay for this, and he would pay dearly. Her patience had grown thin, through no fault of his (she had not seen him in quite some time, what with being captured and then fighting to gain the trust of those she ruled. Where had he been then, hmm?), and she had no desire to deal with his feelings. Especially not on his terms. She was the god's chosen leader, the Lady of the Basin, the Dark Empress of Helovia, the Crux of the Plague. She was his leader, first and foremost, and he ought to treat her like one!

She took a deep breath, calming her angry thoughts, forcing herself into a state of calm. It simply would not do to allow her hard-earned work to go to waste, all for the sake of some idiotic male who had tricking himself into loving her. No, she would not give him the satisfaction of ripping her from her rule. It was her land, not his. She was in charge. Another deep breath, another moment to force the coldness from her gaze, to paste a lazy smile on her maw, to make him wait. He would wait for her, she would damn well make sure of that. She was taking control, and he would talk to her on her terms, and her terms only.

She was by the lake's shore, and she dipped her cranium to the water, taking a long drought. The liquid slid easily down her throat, quenching the fire that was growing there, lusting to speak her mind to the idiot that would speak as though he deserved her attention. Again, she pushed the anger down, closed her eyes for a moment to soothe her thoughts. Lifting her head, she opened her amber orbs, turned to watch the light steed as he waited. Finally, she started forward, her pistons carrying her at a lazy trot to his side, as though she had all day to do so. "We will walk," she told him shortly, struggling to make her words more than a hiss.

She was silent, striding with a purpose away from the herd, into the woods and towards the base of the mountains. It was a lovely day; birds twittered in the trees overhead, and she briefly mused about their presence so far north. How would they survive migrating come winter? But she did not care, and as quickly as the question surfaced, the seething mass of emotions that Valentine elicited surged forth once more, threatening to overwhelm her. Far enough from the herd now, she halted, whirled. "What is so important that you feel the need to demand my presence?" she asked, her voice low, but no doubt reflecting her offended state.

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Walk walk walk.
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