Spirit of the White Bear[Psyche/open?]

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[BASIN] Spirit of the White Bear[Psyche/open?]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

02-03-2013, 04:29 PM

You can sleep with a gun but

When you gonna wake up and fight?

She did not generally think about the effects of her personality. Of course, she knew that others either disliked her or respected her - there was rarely anything in between, and she very much doubted that anyone truly liked her. In a weaker mare, this might have inspired feelings of inadequacy or loneliness, but in the Dark Empress, there was only pride. What kind of leader would she be if she gave into the frailty of emotion? Wasn't it better to be feared, revered even, than loved? What was love, anyway, except for a useless, trivial, fleeting feeling, there one day, gone the next, with those scorned apt to run off and seek revenge? Resentment filled her as she remembered Valentine, stupidly declaring his love, stupidly challenging her lack of feelings, stupidly running off to gods-knew-where, probably spilling the secrets of the Basin to all who would listen... You banished him, she reminded herself. Stupid.

But that was neither here nor there, and the shadow-jackal was decidedly here. "Of course I can, darling," she agreed rather jovially. "I live to the far north, you see, where the snows never melt." It was a half-truth, for the Aurora Basin itself did indeed experience the warmth of Birdsong, protected by the massive mountains that shielded them from the chill of the tundra. But the surrounding area remained frozen, ever pure and unbroken by the emerald beauty of the southern lands. "You coming, shouty?" She snorted, but in this form it sounded more like a huff - amusement, really, for she admired the great bear's superiority. "Or, rather, are you?" She flashed a winning smile and trotted ahead, leading the way home.

[W/C | ---]

Walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk."
Think think think.

Psyche