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12-21-2014, 12:22 AM
H O T A R U It's no surprise that the little one wants to know of love, for it is love that will bind it to the soul of whomever shall be honored to receive it. Patiently she awaits her turn, spinning a story inside her mind. Phaedra had told her little of how she and Tolio had met, and her own love for Rhiannon was slow to grow and new beyond a way to explain. She is distracted momentarily by the crying child, her heart going out to him as she resists the urge to comfort him. It is not fair that so many have arrived, for Hotaru remembers the last egg she'd found, when it was only herself, her daughter and one other. It is unfair, surely, and she wants to comfort him. Tell him that it will not always be that way, that he will not be lonely forever, in the way that she too feels. Yet the egg seems to coo to him, tell him that he is not going to be ignored, and his tale spins before she secures the desire to move towards him. Hotaru did not know any lovers, knew fewer males and females that could be paired together in a story. Plucking two from her memory, she withheld a laugh at the complete falseness she was about to place Deimos and Phaedra into. Yet the prospect was amusing, at the least. The Reaper, falling in love with the winged Opulent? It was hysterical. Words finally bud on her tongue, and she begins to tell her tale, an amused smile on her lips. "Let me tell you a story of triumph, and how even the strongest of upbringings can be broken by love. There once was a leader of great skill, his name was Daymos. His heart was as cold as the wintry lands he ruled, untouched by all that sought to find his side. He was sought by few but the bravest, for a dark magic coiled in his soul that would sap away the life of those who proved themselves to be selfish and harmful. There was but one mare who would dare to seek him out, and her name was Phirenze. She was a beautiful creature, like cream and starlight wrapped up in satin packaging, with honeyed words and a hidden soul too pure and beautiful for many to see. Now, Daymos had always been told that those with wings were sly creatures, like foxes in the night stealing hens for feasting. It was all he believed, and when he first encountered Phirenze he despised her on principle. Phirenze had heard tales of the icy king, but she was young and determined, as immovable as the mountains he secluded himself within. Though he would shout at her and demand she cease her harassment of him, she would flutter out of reach, challenging his ideology. With time, the king would come to accept her presence, though he grumbled like an unhappy kitten to preserve his appearance. Phirenze was not to be deterred. Though she had not captivated him immediately, she saw in him a sincerity that drew her to his arctic regions. Each day she would walk beside him, speaking when he would not, earning mere grunts and huffs that encouraged her nonetheless. Until one day, he began to respond. They visited often, in secrecy, for she would never be understood or accepted by the rest of his people. She showed him what lay inside her heart, and in turn he did as well. Slowly but surely, Phirenze won him over, until he gruffly claimed his love for her. Her laughter was akin to the ringing of bells in contrast, and their muzzles touched briefly as she looked upon him with glittering eyes like seafoam and shallow ocean waters. She loved him as well. Yet not all was well. After all, Phirenze was winged. A horrible creature in Daymos's lands caught them in their secret one morning, in their hideaway where they had believed themselves safe. Phirenze took wing, chased away by the screeching of the jealous mare who claimed to only hate Phirenze for her nature rather than admit her own desires to have been the owner of the king's heart. Daymos's people thought him to be crazy, and though he remained their leader, Phirenze was steadfastly watched for, the patrols keeping eyes to the sky to ensure she would not further 'taint' their icy leader. Seasons passed, but the lovers were not to be kept away. Daymos found a loyal youth to do his bidding in secrecy, and he would leave favors of holly and sparkling gems where they first had met. Phirenze's heart was broken and aching to be so far from her stoic love, but she took upon the gifts to stave her loneliness. What she had not managed to tell her beloved was that she was with foal. She feared returning while pregnant, her escape surely slowed by the weight in her belly. Yet she...she loved the child inside her, a little piece of her true love." Hesitation snapped her vocals, choking softly on the words. Thinking of even a false Phaedra, pregnant and alone...had she loved Ru and Rae? Or, had she loved them as wholly as Hotaru was spinning the tale into? "At last, when the foal was born, she celebrated to find the little filly had been gifted her father's horn rather than her mother's wings. As much as she loved her own species, Phirenze wanted only for her daughter to know the love of her father without judgment. Travelling to the arctics in search of her lover, Phirenze was accosted at the borders, reluctant to leave the side of her daughter. Recognizing the mare they had deemed a devil that had tainted their proud leader, the warriors did not hesitate before attacking. Phirenze fell beneath their blows, her daughter crying as she was held back from her mother, deemed a prisoner of the devilish pegasus with her own unicorn blood apparent. Daymos arrived in a storm of blood and rage, and he fell to the snow beside his lover, the normally stoic stallion shedding tears freely upon her beautiful canvas. With her last few breaths, Phirenze declared her eternal love for Daymos, and introduced their beautiful daughter to him. Daymos choked on his own profession, and held her until the last breath escaped the prisons of her lungs. The gods had seen this beautiful love story, and they mourned the cruelty and narrow-mindedness that had brought such pain to the lovers. In honor of Phirenze, they sent down twelve spirit foxes that glistened with misty vapors and shards of ice and snow. They were as beautiful and powerful as Phirenze herself had been, and they danced round the little family, singing a haunting song of honor as they carried her spirit to the heavens to rest at last. Before they departed, one fox pressed the end of its tapered muzzle to the point below the child's horn, where a snowy mark made it's place. And so the child was blessed to live eternally, so long as she desired it - a gift Daymos denied. He wanted to live only long enough to experience life with his daughter, and return to his beloved's side in the afterlife. Daymos abandoned his herd, their blood upon his hooves to be swept away by the miles he put between himself and them. And though he had lost the love of his life, Daymos was still given happiness in the form of his daughter, whom he loved more dearly than he had ever believed possible. He had cried to see her wearing the trinkets he'd given Phirenze, but every day he could see Phirenze looking back at him from her eyes. And he knew that there would always be a piece of his beloved held within his daughter. Eternal." She tapered off softly, letting the shimmer of her words fall into nothingness as she smiled to herself. Oh, if only words could be made to truth. Not, of course, that Deimos and Phaedra should ever have been together. Hotaru giggled a little. 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