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

11-22-2013, 05:47 PM

Somehow Lace had greatly underestimated the change that the Empress had gone through since the removal of her crown (no pun intended). Of course, one couldn't blame him for it - after all, this was the evil queen, the Dark Empress, the dreaded Lady of the Basin. She had a reputation, after all, and it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies. No, no - she was terrifying, and she had every right to be. She was sly, she was cunning, she was manipulative, she was racist; the list goes on and on. Lace may not know her well, but what he knew of her was surely enough to have him running for the hills after she'd admitted to being suicidal. She wasn't well known for mental stability, after all - for all he knew, she could turn around and kick him in the face in the next thirty seconds. She wasn't in the mood for that, of course, but it still stood to reason that he would be wary.

The jackal knew all of this, though her mind didn't go through the details in the moments that she stood there in silence. Instead, she merely watched him through tired eyes, wondering how this conversation would be going if she wasn't one of the most feared individuals in Helovia. Why was that, anyway? Clearly the image was a farce, a well-designed trick to make her citizens fall in line. Otherwise she would be standing tall and proud among the mountains as she and her minions forced three of the four herds of Helovia to do their bidding. They would be feared, revered, god-like - but she had failed. And they all knew it, they all blamed her for it.

And yet somehow, she was glad. Somehow she was happier standing in the shadowed, murky Marsh with some insignificant, hornless twit than she had been in months of leadership among the most wonderful creatures of the land.

She swallowed hard, and the knowledge tasted of betrayal.

"I'd like to start over," she finally admitted, her vocals quiet. "But you and I both know that won't happen." She smirked slightly, a cold, bitter grimace that, rather than pulling together her famous mask of control, only served to show off the pain of her rejection and the confusion of her self-inflicted banishment. She was as much to blame for her current predicament as they, after all, having left after being confronted about her "abysmal performance" in the battle. She did not hate them for their anger, but the quickness with which they had gotten rid of her still stung. Nor could she bring herself to hate the hornless steed who, despite all prior knowledge of her wrongdoings, chose to stay and talk to her. In fact, there was very little hate in her at all. And if she didn't have that, then who was she, really?

"Talk talk talk."