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Mirror Problems [Open]

Zikar-Sin Posts: 78

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8

M.E.

#10

01-23-2013, 07:50 PM

Nothing could have prepared the dappled boy from what came next.

It was as though the very fabric of reality was wagging its finger in Sin's direction, chuckling nastily and inclined to slip a rude gesture in the process. The chill of the Steppe was still fresh in his mind, complete with the pangs in his chest and the confusion that the stallion Tolio had brought to the fore of his mind. The chestnut’s treacherous words were the afterimage in the darkness of his closed eyes; it haunted Sin for one who he apparently held so dear would say such terrifying things. The tangled vines of doubt and uncertainty had been stamped back into the vault of Sin’s Void, allowing the stallion to forget about those troubling, harrowing thing and letting him enjoy the moment as it came. He was a Basin unicorn, a Disciple of the land and its time God; he studied underneath Myrddin, the Haruspex, and felt proud to serve under the Dark Empress herself, whoever she was. These were unalienable truths, and they were good ones; Sin wove them to and fro in his mind to anchor himself to here and now, and so he wouldn’t float away in the clamor of his own ambiguity.

But then the spectre climbed through the fragmented mirror, and Sin’s security was unequivocally fucked.

The word was already floating upon the wind, from shocked exclamations and whispered amazement. Here stood Mauja the Froastheart, proud and majestic in his visage, apparently completely apathetic to the fact that he had just climbed through a spiritual mirror. There was talk of whether or not he was truly back, but Sin was rooted to the spot by the twisting tendrils of doubt that had managed to climb out of the chest in the back of his mind and wrap around the stud’s hooves, trapping him to the ground. It did not matter that he was ‘back’; the point was that he was gone just moments ago, gone to who knows where, doing who knows what. His appearance left the dappled boy shaken to his very core as Tolio’s words came washing over him once more: ”He was the best leader I’ve ever known, ever seen. I would throw away my pride for him, kneel for him loyally should he return... He is my King, and I am his Servant. Sin remembered how, out of awe in hearing these passionate words, he had wanted to meet the moving Frostheart and witness his greatness for himself. Well…now he had the chance.

The black mare Psyche had sent certain glances toward Sin, her eyes telling the dappled stallion to calm himself, not to get too worked up. This was the first time Sin had personally glanced at the Dark Empress he so cheerfully served, and the occasion was marred by the appearance of the spectral King and his owl of the snow. An urge to kneel and show reverence overcame Sin, but his dilemma was in evidence; the Frostheart was here, possibly to reclaim his throne, while the Dark Empress stood ready and elegant, calm in the stony manner that was so customary for the Queen of the Basin. Would this turn into a war? Would the herd split in two, one in favor of Psyche, the other for Mauja? Sin gave a tiny groan; his heart was surely sick. All of this, everything, was suffocating him, drowning him in its bubbling, viscous embrace. He turned to the only one he was sure of—the only one he was unconditionally and irrevocably loyal to.

“Myrddin...sir?” he asked softly, the uncertainty and confusion evident on his sour tongue. What should he do? He needed to know what to do. ’Society’ was killing him.

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