a wild game.

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a wild game.

Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

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

RayoDeSoleil

#10

01-20-2013, 06:29 PM

The shadow-mare was in quite a foul mood.

Memories assaulted her relentlessly, driving like stakes into her remarkably vulnerable mind. Weak! an inner voice shouted angrily. You are becoming weak! Was this the beginning of the end? She shivered, thinking of the falling sensation that had ended the dream, nightmare, whatever it was - the jolt of waking, as though she simply did not exist within the darkness anymore. She had not dreams since that night, had not been haunted by eyes or screams or bodies. It was a blessing and a curse, really - after all, if she did not exist in the dream world, how long would she continue to exist here? Was her demise looming nearer, with her simply too blind to see it?

Perhaps she could shake her doomsday thoughts if she truly believed that it had only been a dream. It had been so real, her emotions so raw, and he was there, there through all of it... normally those who frequented her dreams showed up and disappeared, or showed up in pieces, or simply donated their voices to her unrest. Never had she spoken so clearly to an apparition... but what else could it be? Mauja was gone - Gone, she reminded herself firmly - and she was, quite simply, losing her grip on reality. It made her angry, really, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her feelings were rendering her useless, she thought, leaving her throne ripe for the picking. The desperate were the easiest to steal from, their fears allowing important things to fall through the cracks.

No, she thought, reining in her overactive imagination. My position is secure. My followers are loyal. I will not fall. Still, the worry wiggled at the back of her mind. I. Will. Not. Fall. The thought was firmer this time, full of determination and distaste. Since when did she give in to weakness and worry? She was strong, she was queen, and she was not going anywhere. A mountain loomed before her, surprising her; she turned and made her way along its base, passing open-mouthed caves silently. She was very close to the pass now, and something was amiss, or so it would seem. At first, she noted only those that were hers - Larkspur, Deimos, Descaro, and the youngling Frost Fyre - odd that a filly would find herself in such company, wasn't it? Actually, it was quite an odd company to find together in general.

And then she saw Tor.

The memory of the idiotic draft still left a bad taste in her mouth. After she had returned to Helovia, the Lady had run into the stupid fae in the Deep Forest. They had quarreled, and Psyche had left her mark on the mare's hide. Why she would come here, of all places, was beyond the jackal - to her, it seemed a suicide mission, particularly if she were alone. And, it would seem, she was. Perfect, she hissed mentally. It would be a brilliant distraction to beat the femme bloody for trespassing, now wouldn't it? The Dark Empress weaved her way through those assembled, halting before their unwelcome visitor. Her orbs were cold, emotionless; her voice dripped poison. "Why are you here, you hornless fool?"

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