Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat

[PRIVATE] Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

11-19-2013, 04:04 PM

That he recognized her and had met her despite the lack of adornment upon his brow should have concerned her, for it hinted that he was not afraid of her, and a hornless stallion who was not afraid of the former Lady of the Basin, notorious for her dislike of those without a crown (though, granted, they were only rumors) was dangerous. He was either foolish for thinking that she would not harm him, or he was sure that he was strong enough to beat her in a fight. Either way, if she had been in her right mind, she would not have wished herself into such company, but as she had been alone for quite some time now (or, at least, it felt like a long time), any company was preferable to none.

His surprise at her request was almost palpable, and she could not blame him for that. After all, she had fallen so far from how the rumors had surely portrayed her, and he had to be wondering if all he had heard was true. Either that, or if she had lost her mind. Perhaps, in the end, the rumors were false and she was losing it and both unfortunate assumptions were true, but just now, the Empress didn't know, nor did she care. She could see the curiosity grow in his eyes, and he almost asked after her suicidal request, but seemed to think the better of it. Instead, he asked another question, or, rather, the same question in a different way.

Looking at him with lifeless eyes, she shook her head slightly, wishing she could pretend to be anyone else. Unfortunately, she had made herself all too well known to pass for another, nor would she be a very good liar at this point in time. No, the truth would be better. But what was the truth? "I was cast out," she told him. "After I lost the battle and my horn." She paused, and then, barely a whisper: "I just... don't know what to do now."

"Talk talk talk."