Lay down here...

So the Pegasus was made of more than the unicorn thought. She did not squirm under her gaze, merely returning it. That's what Fable figured though, looking at that eye; it did not look like something the Pegasus had had since birth. The unicorn's own scar itched, the one under her eye that dripped down like blood or venom.

The Pegasus replied then, a grin settling upon her face, but it was weird, strange. Fable's blue pools narrowed at Elsa, before she seemed to lose interest and looked away again, into the forest. She found her company quite interesting, friendly even, but the little white one no longer believed in friendliness, or kindness for that matter.

She no longer believed in anything; there was nothing for her to hold onto. Too many times she had been abandoned, too many times she had everything she loved ripped out of her grasp. She finally settled on not believing, not loving. She finally gave up, living without a will or hope. Like a ghost wondering the earth. That's what she was, a ghost. She had a beating heart, but she had no real heart . She had lungs, but she did not breathe . She had a soul, but she was lifeless. She was left cold and frightened deep down, her light faded, and finally, after so much suffering, it died.

It was easier that way.

The Pegasus spoke again, and Fable turned her dished head to face her once again. A herd ? Herds were useless; they provided a false sense of security and false love, and then they abandon you when you need them most. Herds are a cruel joke. And what was this about mortals and demons? Was Fable herself not a demon, was the ghosts inside everybody not gods who ruled everybody with fear?

A scowl set upon Fable's features. This...this Elsa had just torn apart all her beliefs in a mere two sentences. Maybe this place was truly wicked. The Pegasus leaned against a tree, resting Fable supposed.

"Why are you in a herd? What is the point?" she asked, wondering. There seemed to be actual emotion behind the question, but it was hard to tell. "And what do you mean I can not leave? Who will stop me?"

@[Elsa]

Lay down here...


A small nod came from Fable when Elsa asked her name, as if a long awaited question has been asked. Mother always said never introduce yourself if your name is not asked, that way, you can see who is trying to get something from you. Elsa, she did not want anything. Fable's shoulders slightly slacked at this, she was not in terrible danger just yet. She suppressed a laugh at Elsa's explanation of a herd though; she's been surviving on her own for years. Not living, but surviving. She took no notice of the tone of Elsa's voice, her subconscious simply pining it to the back of her mind.

Elsa had a very business only air about her, and so Fable decided to do the same, and cut to the point. "Fable. My name is Fable," she said flatly. She seemed to be almost confused by her calling, as if she can't quite remember what her name was, or where she'd gotten it. Elsa chuckled at Fable's question, and the unicorn's jaw tightened, jutting out squarely. But she proceeded with an answer, and Fable relaxed slightly.

Murders? How...interesting. Fable thought murders were quite petty; useless creatures murdering someone that is in their way. Fable has seen quite a few murders, and done a handful herself, but her motives were different. She had nobody in her way, she simply wanted something, someone...

Three options? Fable chuckled to herself as she thought; 'Eenie Meenie Miny Mo...'. Which one should I go? Her choice was quite obvious; but she knew deep, very very deep inside herself, she hoped to one day think differently.

"Thank you for your lovely offer," she said a bit sarcastically, "But I think I might just wander alone," she said and turned to leave.

@[Elsa]
Not; You don't have to reply to this if you don't want to, Klare! :)