Mirror Problems [Open]

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Mirror Problems [Open]

Zikar-Sin Posts: 78

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8

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#17

02-03-2013, 07:53 PM

The chill of the Time-shattered mirror still clung in the air, a claw reaching and grasping for those still present, malicious and mysterious in its intent and untrusting in its innate feel. The brittle panes of Sin’s Void-heart quivered in time to the quaking of his spine, and the wary, roving eyes of the FrostHeart drove a spike into the crackling glassware. Sin couldn’t bring himself to lay eyes on him, and on the Dark Empress for that matter; the hesitancy was mirrored in his wide eyes and he was embarrassed for it, and that embarrassment led him to turn away and look upon the ground beneath him. Strange of him, and also somewhat inconsiderate, to be so unaware of all those others around him; it didn’t exactly stir a feeling of contrition within him either when he lifted his icy eyes a fraction and snuck quick glances at these other Basin unicorns who came to witness the Mirror’s breaking. His head was spinning too fast to care either way.

*"Give the boy some space!"*

Sin’s eyes snapped upward, witnessing the Haruspex depart the foreboding cave; his sightless eyes bore into the interlopers as he passed, admonishing in the milky depths of those orbs. Sin understood; The Empress and the Frostheart must be left to their own devices, surely, as Sin couldn’t be the only one feeling the strain of the shifted balance of power. Things had to be done, words had to be said, agreements had to be made….Battles may need to be fought. Sin had no way of knowing. As loyal as he was to his Dark Empress, cloaked in all her star-strewn shawls of reverence and grandeur, she was foreign to him as an individual, just as any and all were strange to him in his mind’s eye. Myrddin was different as well, but familiar with the burning hunger of the Question; he could relate to the Haruspex on that common ground, and Sin wouldn’t succumb to migraines after a conversation with him.

All these mares, however, who had congregated into the polished cave to witness the King’s return—with their finicky hearts and their silly little rules and social etiquette so arbitrary to the preservation of life and pursuit of knowledge—they confused Sin, annoying him on one level and frightening him on the next. He realized that Psyche was just as unpredictable, and likewise possibly unstable; would she fly off into a rage at Mauja, threatening war and the division of the herd? Would she share power with him? Would she relinquish control over her realms to the Frostheart? If that were to happen, who would Sin choose to serve? Psyche? Or Mauja?

He is my King, and I am his Servant. That’s how it will always be.

Sin turned to the mouth of the cave, leaving and walking in step with his Haruspex, his jaw set grimly and his eyes hooded in thought. He had entered this cave knowing—absolutely certain—that something was wrong. And now he left, totally at a loss for what was truly right.

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