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03-22-2013, 04:21 PM
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If you were to ask when her racism began, she would be unable to tell you. Of course, she would be able to tell you of her influences: her father, Riekahn the Crimson King. Her half sister, Giselle, wholly dedicated to their father's cause. They had sought the eradication of the inferiors, sought the supremacy of the unicorn race. She would even be able to tell you what Riekahn had done wrong, in that land far away and long ago. She had gone mad with power, burned their entire world to the ground. The shadow-mare had watched as her own mother burned before her very eyes. Sometimes in the night, she could still hear the shrieks of agony, still smell the searing flesh - But she would not make the same mistakes that her father had. Already she counted herself a better leader than he had been, for where he had ruled with fear, she commanded respect. At least, she liked to think so. And being as talented as she was at manipulating others, why wouldn't she have gained their respect? She could appeal to almost anyone, as it were, could wrap them around her figurative little finger and have them dance at her command. She particularly enjoyed her influence over the young; they were drawn to her power, though they did not yet know why, and she could use it to bend them to her will. It took more finesse to do it that way, but the end result was so worth it. Pistons dug into the hard ground as she trotted through her land, keen amber gaze scanning the terrain. When was the last time that she had traveled the area simply looking at its beauty? Had she done that? Or had she always viewed things in terms of conquest, in terms of how useful they might or might not be? Shaking her head with a wry smile, she supposed it was the latter. After all, was that not how she was raised? A movement caught her eye; she honed in on the speckled rump of the young Frost Fyre. Something in her smile turned almost predatory, for a moment, and then it softened into something almost motherly. It was all a facade, of course, for all that she really did care for the flicka. Frost had been the easiest to mold of all. "Darling," she called, a bit too sweetly, "How have you been?" [W/C | xxx] |
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