Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat

[PRIVATE] Bitter Victory, Bitter Defeat

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

11-19-2013, 04:39 PM

On the whole, the situation was pretty bizarre. Here they were, equine and unicorn, racist and equalist, stallion and mare - as opposite one another as two creatures could become. One weak, the other strong (well...), one supposedly at the mercy of the other. What was he supposed to do here? Part of him wanted to cheer the mare up, but the other half screamed in horror over the idiocy such an action surely would prove to be. What, after all, was the point of cheering up a mare who's happiness likely would come at the cost of peace and innocent lives?

Lace struggled where he stood, an inner battle raging behind the stoic kindness of the golden eyes - his suave expression betraying nothing of the mixed feelings he held.
"What would you like to do, if there were nothing to stop you?" he asked, partly from obligation to continue down the path he had stepped out on no matter how slippery the slope was, partly from honest felt curiosity. As much as he loathed everything Psyche stood for, as much as he couldn't bring himself to forgive the suffering she had brought upon his family, he didn't know her. He had no idea what made a racist mind tick, and this opportunity was just too good to let go of.

Cautiously the grullo dared take a half step closer, wary against any sign of aggression from her part. He had no desire to measure himself against such a strong opponent, not today; it was too hot, too cramped and much too gloomy a place to face off on. Besides... she didn't seem to be in any mood for it, gods be blessed.

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

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