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08-21-2014, 01:24 PM
take a look in the mirror - see the truth in your face That Giselle is as shocked to be presented with a face of her past as the Lady is serves as a balm to her sore soul, immediately applying her mask of chivalry and friendly banter as the dark mare does the same. Very few are the number of unicorns who trickle into her life that view the world through the same dark and manipulative lenses as she; for the most part, people of Helovia are honest and forthright, preferring the truth and direct paths rather than the bending lies and partial falsities that Illynx has built her life on. When she meets another kindred soul, there is a dual moment of great hesitation and elation, the two emotions spurred by her desire to gather more power onto herself and the worry that someone will take it all away. And so the game begins, a conversation that to any passerby is the friendly banter of two long lost friends, but is truly all a verbal game to pry information and glean purposes and intentions; if the sister of her darling Empress has not cracked and broken as Psyche seems to have, Illynx is looking at one of her few remaining sisters of blood who holds herself to her God given value, a greater asset than most unicorn women who find themselves among the snow. But she is also a danger, another loose cannon that could potentially send the wobbling foundations of Illynx’s lies crashing down around her; the game is the same among the Plague, but the rules have changed greatly, and Illynx is unsure how Giselle will take such news. She wonders as she ponders her reply if she even knows that Psyche is gone – or if she cares. Few of the shadowed warriors of the Plague’s past felt much concern for one another beyond the advantages that each gave to the fold, and with her horn gone, Psyche was barely able to be considered a member of their race, much less useful to the more callous hearted of her kin. She was broken, but Illynx still loved her, even harbored hope in her heart that one day they might restore her darling to a status whole and pure, and that she would come home to stand alongside her once again. Looking at Giselle made that old hope burn and writhe within her, hidden behind her graceful stance and politician’s grin. "Taking care of what your sister left me alongside the Reaper, for the most part," she says with a smile that betrays some of the sadness she feels when talking of her lost friend but also bares the curve of a hidden secret (Psyche had ruled more than just a herd, after all), "she and the Lord of Spots did a right job assuring it would be no easy task, as I’m sure you’ve heard." Whether she has or not, Illynx gives no shits. "And what of you?" a brow raises with feminine curiosity, her lips twitching in a quirky smile. |
