We're All Together (Psyche)

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We're All Together (Psyche)

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

#24

11-12-2012, 05:12 PM

A chilly winds blew at their backs, worse now that they had risen and separated. What a gods-forsaken land, the shadow-mare thought bitterly. Her banner drifted gently, multicolored feathers twirling lazily. A few of the equine teeth embedded in her mane clicked against one another. The effect was an eerie mixture of clicks and clacks. Her tail had none of these ornamentations and, lacking as such, was silent as it licked her hocks. Her horn, gnarled as it was, stood proudly against the snowy terrain, the red rune at its base seeming to glow faintly in the soft winter light. It was a strange appearance for her; she seemed ethereal, but not in the fairy tale way of her species. Instead, she seemed a strange cross between light and dark, good and evil, princesses and ghouls. How fitting.

Still, she did not acknowledge his comment. Everything about her was different, she knew this all too well. Her family had never let her forget it, blessed as they were with tinges of red decorating their banners, framing their proud heads held so high, their perfect horns pointed to the sky. Jealousy had blossomed in her at an early age. Never vain, she settled instead for more material additions to her looks. They had given her a beauty - no, not a beauty, never a beauty - a quality all her own. With this, she was content.

"We shall spar, my darling," she agreed. Her addition of 'my' was more a word of possession than true feeling. He had somehow, without even trying, gained the jackal's trust. As such, he was now hers, more so than she could ever say of any who claimed to love her. Even the FrostHeart was not hers, she could never, would never claim him. But Valentine, her king of hearts, her follower, her recruit, he was hers, all hers. "We shall meet, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the following day, when the sun is high in the sky on one of the plains to the east. The snow is light there."

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