the Rift


[PRIVATE] Disappointment

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
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"Lace?"

He cantered over the dark, grassy plain with the legs burning from the cold air, old injuries and new sending waves of pain throughout the body. It would never get comfortable, never grow on him, but at that particular moment the pain was welcome.

"Stop, slow down."

It helped keep the thoughts away, kept the anger burning like the way his blood was, the familiar searing sensation that turned his body feverish, overheated, slowly charring from within. Magic ate him up, magic kept him alive. How he hated magic and all that came with it. How he hated the ties that chained him down, dragged him hither and thither, never leaving him alone.

"... Do you hate me too?"

A black hoof caught on a patch of tangled spring grass and made him stumble, forcing the stallion to a reluctant halt. "I don't hate you" he muttered, voice half choked from the strain of keeping the little dragon tucked beneath the chin. She stirred, pale body twisting and coiling and tore itself loose, and before he could catch her Fajira had leaped down into the high grasses of the Meadow, her slight stature barely visible in the gloom.

"Go back" she said and turned to face him, her slender neck forced to bend backwards for her to look him in the eye. "Say sorry."
"No" he retorted firmly and tucked the ears backwards as another wave of anger washed through him at the mere thought of having to face Mirage again. "I'm not wrong, and you know it."
"But.."
"No."

The refusal was so strong and final that the dragoness backed away a few steps, as though rejected by his very stubbornness. Her head lowered, the scaled back arching as she crouched together in a dejected way. Lace felt his heart ache as he looked at her, the tiny little creature that owned his heart and soul, but couldn't find it in him to do as she said.

And really, he wasn't so sure that it was his harsh words to the Queen that made her want to return to the misty forest. She tried to hide it from him, but he couldn't avoid noticing the images of the handsome blue hovering over her as she opened the eyes, the brilliance of the sapphire scales and the vibrating tone of his voice as he sang her back to life...

Any other time the stallion would have teased his bonded about her fancy of the male dragon, but not this time. He just sighed and shook his head, wishing not for the first time that he could be as simple-minded and unconcerned as her. If only he too could put aside all the hesitation, the jealousy, the disappointment he felt towards the shadow mare that had been on his mind since the day he passed the Threshold for the first time...

Grimacing at his own thoughts and the ache in the limbs from burns, cuts and bruises the gold-backed grullo began to pace back and forth over the meadow, too worked up from battle and outburst to even try and graze.


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And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
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