a .f r o s t e d. heart is filled with cracks [open]

a .f r o s t e d. heart is filled with cracks [open]

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

11-12-2012, 07:06 PM (This post was last modified: 11-15-2012, 02:20 AM by Psyche.)

How interesting it was to consider others' views of the world. Or it would be, if the shadow-mare was even remotely intrigued by such nonsense. Perhaps it was narrow-minded of her, but she considered her views the only true way to see the world for what it was. Unicorns were supreme, and ought to reign as such; all others were beneath her. Even hybrids made her cringe, though she conveniently forgot to ask her recruits if they were half-blooded. If they hated the other races and looked as unicorns should, who cared? As long as they didn't birth a winged or plain foal, no one would be the wiser for their secrets.

She was so lost in thought that the high-pitched cackling was upon her auds before sight of the little stallion was upon her orbs. He was a strange thing, to be sure. Tiny, for one; she could trample him without breaking a sweat. and the colors of his pelt - what two beasts had mated to give rise to this fellow colored in pink and purple, striped and roaned, all sorts of shades meshing together in what seemed to be a sickly, candy-colored pile. It was difficult to discern even his form. He was far from easy on the eyes, and she found herself opposed to spending time with him, despite the fact that he was a unicorn. This was his saving grace, actually, as she might well have attacked should he have been anything less.

"You are lost, Wing-Hunter," he told her as she raised a brow, her facial expression unamused. Of course the stupid creature would approach her and talk in riddles. She was in no mood for that. she had been rather enjoying her solitude, but there you are: things didn't always work out as planned. The brightly colored munchkin danced a few steps away, pauses, regarding her, almost taunting her. She bated, following, falling into step beside him as though they are off on a leisurely walk. "Never lost, darling, simply considering different paths." She smiled, the expression a too-sweet shadow of what a true smile ought to look like. But it had fooled many, and it would fool him, too.

[W/C | 367]

Walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk."
Think think think.