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Babylon Sister [Phaedra]

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Lights, colors, orange, gold and crimson, shimmering pieces of sharp granite and the dazzling shards of every type of gemstone imaginable—such was the vista that Zikar-Sin chose to traverse, complete he was with his duties for his Haruspex. Sin remembered their voyage to the azure-hued Veins not too long ago; it was a wondrous time for many reasons, surely, but now Sin came back to survey this place on his own accord. They had passed this place—it was called the Heart of all of Helovia, was it not?—and Sin remembered the dazzling glow of the vermillion embers against the inky black of the night sky. Sin lingered on the memory sweetly, the feeling he had experienced twisting his gut now as he peeked over the rim of the crater. It was a primal sort of satisfaction, gazing at the cradle of this land, as though the pumping of Helovia’s lifeblood resonated with the cords and nerves within Sin’s body.

The heat was hellish, of course, though Sin steadfastly ignored such discomfort. It was nothing more than a noted observation in the back of his mind; the pit emanated heat, and as such, lava must be hot. Well, of course, Sin thought with a tiny chuckle, it’s a well-known fact that one must keep his hooves away from that crimson liquid. Though I wonder what conducts the heat? Is it the enormous friction generated by rapidly moving magma underneath the crust of the world? Can liquids generate static at all?

This was a brilliant time for Sin; he adored cognitive activities, those pastimes that tickled the innermost parts of his brain and made him fight for understanding, relevance, and intimate association. He could forget about all his troubles—admittedly, the dappled brute would be hard pressed to admit any troubling factor after his master had so well and truly cleared the path for his Disciple. Here, however, Sin was truly himself, embroiled in the very embodiment of his life’s passion: science.

After gazing into the cradle of fire and enduring the fiery winds that emanated from within for what seemed like hours, Sin decided it was time for him to tear his eyes from the spectacle and start making his way back toward the icy Basin where he knew he belonged. He couldn’t help his wandering, roving eye, however; the glittering jewels that lined the clay path he walked caught his attention, and Sin slowed his pace to one that was light and leisurely, enjoying the sight and reminiscing on that gorgeous piece of obsidian he had found not too long ago.

It seemed to be a day of vanity for sure.


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 Phaedra</style>
 & from your lips she drew the hallelujah</style>


Phaedra was back.

After the violet Goddess of the night had departed, leaving the un-cursed mare alone in the veins, Phae could barely contain herself. Her body seemed to positively hum with the knowledge that she was surely more herself than ever she had been before. Perhaps creatures like Sin or Myrddin would question such a notion, for how could one ever be more themselves? But the oxymoron could not take hold of the golden-girl's mind as it flashed and whirled with the uncharted possibilities of her new magic, and her new body.

No longer were her flanks covered in sores, and her eyes sunken into her skull - hair sprouted and curled from her mane and tail as if the clumps had never fallen out in the first place. Her svelte body felt agile again, no longer burdened by the constraints of the Goddess's curse. Phae had been a natural beauty before, standing out from her fellow Helovian's not due to any strange markings or colouration, but actually from the lack thereof. More and more, she noticed just how many mares were decorated with otherwordly palettes, and in that, Phae was unique. Her sooty palomino coat was not a shiny gold, but a muted one, rather like wet sand upon a beach. Her odd-bird catcher spotting, especially those around her eyes, like beauty marks, combined with her wings reminiscent of an owl, added an earthy, almost gypsy-esque style to the slender arabian. Phae's combined Arabian and Andalusian lines gave her a long and lean body; perfect for flying and agility.

But this doll is one you can definitely take off the shelf to play with.

Forcing herself to move silently - for she was a spy, still - Phae advanced through the Heart. Her dazzling sea-green gaze flickered with the warm light cast from the Heart, as she spied a figure moving ahead. Exhaling softly, Phae nibbled her lip, perking her small ears forward, as she eyed the figure with a hungry interest. She could feel her belly begin to warm as magic stirred within. Moving outward, Phae rounded Sin from his left, attempting to make herself appear out of the shadows.

"Hey there sugar" She called sweetly, feigning a coquettish pause, as if she had simply stumbled upon him. Cresting her neck ever so slightly, she bat her large sea-green eyes a few times, as if merely trying to get used to the shadowy low-light. Moving her muzzle slightly, so that her creamy mane would ripple and cascade down around her chest, she flirtatiously ran her gaze over the dappled boy. "Don't tell me you're here waiting for someone...?"

[Permission to use her magic on Sin?]



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[Permission granted :B ]

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The land and shadow was shrouded in a crimson haze, misty with fire from the gaping chasm, the night tinted vermillion even as both the sky and ground in front of the dappled stallion shimmered with thousands of tiny stars. It was a tranquil time of night, almost surreal in its steady perfection; it was only enhanced by the extreme content Sin felt from his studies and the happiness he felt for his master. He was intoxicated by it, stepping through the smoke and the mosaic ground as he made his way back to his homeland. It was this kind of otherworldly vista through which the siren of a mare stepped towards the Disciple; for a span of heartbeats, Sin believed her to be the Heart Incarnate, the sandy coat and bird-catcher spots catching the light in a suggestive manner; her green eyes were akin to emeralds sparkling with impish glee as they fell upon the susceptible stallion.

Sin stopped in his tracks, his mind reeling as he emerged from his deep, placating thoughts and back into the real world. He gave a hard snort as he found her unadorned brow; he backed up several steps, his breath hitched as he realized she was not brethren. In the same moment, he noticed the majestic appendages that sprouted from her back—a Pegasus, then? Sin gulped. He remembered vividly the last encounter he had with one of those abnormal creatures—their wings had beguiled him with the allure of discovery and experimentation, to truly study how those mysterious appendages imbued the power of flight. They still do, in a way, and he couldn’t stop the flood of inquiries that broke through the dam of his astonishment.

She was speaking to him—a hesitant, sweet sound tumbling from her lips—and Sin became aware of how attractive she was despite her mutated attributes. It held no weight with passion, however; it was no more than a studious observation, a passing visual scrutiny that was inspired by his usual propensity for casual research. Her pretty coat and striking, graceful conformation did nothing to make the dappled boy forget the last time he met with one of her kind. Oh, he remembered; the biting tones, the threats, and the judgmental glare she had given him as he conducted an innocent experiment. He had been taught well the boundaries of this land, the factions and where he fit within them. Sin had had no choice in the matter—they were his enemy. It was such that Sin looked upon the mare with alarm and wariness, backing up quickly from her as he lashed his tail in aggravation. She was an enemy. Perhaps there was a bit of personal bias in that belief, but Sin had no desire for a confrontation such as this. His life was going swimmingly; he needed no shades of his past.

*"Don't tell me you're here waiting for someone...?"*

“Were that true,”Sin said in careful tones, “be rest assured, ma’am, that you are certainly not whom I would wait for.” He needed to get out of there, and quickly too. This was an interesting place to observe, surely, but it wasn’t worth the trouble of conflict. She may or may not be different from the others, but Sin didn’t want to take the chance on this night. It was too beautiful for ugly, bitter things. “If you wish for me to leave, I will do so willingly,” Sin said, dipping his head ever so slightly—though she was of the mutant bloodline, he must retain his airs and graces, “though I must admit: if was my company you sought, your desire is surely unrequited.” With that, Sin threw his head to the right, away from her, and started at a brisk trot into the crimson night. Hopefully she only wanted him gone from this questionable territory; he would willingly oblige that desire.


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 Phaedra</style>
 & from your lips she drew the hallelujah</style>



An almost predatory light filtered into her sea-green gaze as she watched the stallion retreat. It was a hungry, yearning sort of light. Phae, who had gone so long without any sort of male attention due to her cursed state, and suckling babes, was now not only bursting with a lusty desire, but also the confidence that came with knowing she could get what she wanted. Of course she could turn to Tolio...to Apollo, or Levi. Stallions who already desperately craved her attentions and affections but....well now that simply wasn't the same. As Sin's tail lashed with an emotion that Phae couldn't quite place, a charming smile broke out across her dainty muzzle. Gay, or taken sugar, it ain't gonna matter she thought, as she slunk forward with an almost feline step.

Were that true, be rest assured, ma’am, that you are certainly not whom I would wait for.

Her smile widened as he spoke. Tossing her head, so that a piece of curled, creamy forelock fell between her eyes, her smile slowly began to fade, as her gaze locked even more piercingly onto him, as he babbled on. As Sin turned to the right, beginning to head away from her, for the briefest of moments, she considered letting him go. Considered finding a playmate who would be more willing, more susceptible to her charms. For while she saw his eyes roaming over her slender body, the subtle clues that her physical attributes had taken effect, were not evident in the darkly dappled stallion.

But no. She hadn't quested - hadn't endured the violet bitch's challenge for nothing; to be turned away so quickly.

"Sorry sugar?" She called after him, her sing-song voice wafting towards him, as if on an invisible breeze. "I didn't quite catch that last part?" The warm thermals of the Heart made flight incredibly easy. That, combined with Phae's naturally aerodynamic body, allowed her to simply leap into the air and glide forward, as if in water. Her wings, comprised of layers of silken feathers, made nearly not a sound as she danced on the air towards Sin's receding shape. She could feel the magic the Goddess had bestowed in her beginning to take hold, and to flow out of her, towards the dark steed.

A sheen of light began to appear on Phae's golden coat, almost like an optical illusion, in that if you stared too long at the points of light which glittered across her body, they seemed to dance from sight. The light in her eyes too, appeared amplified somehow, as if the entire vibrancy of her being had been increased. What effect would it take on Sin, Phae wondered? Would the effect be entirely physical? Or would it emulate some long lost mental desire he had; replicate some scenario he had long craved and somehow transform the golden-beauty in the object of his desires?

Exhaling, as she lightly landed behind him, downy wings spread wide around her chiseled frame, she allowed her wings to billow forward slightly, carrying her sweet scent of lilac and honeysuckle towards him, as if enticing him to turn back around and face her.



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*"Sorry sugar? I didn't quite catch that last part?"*

A muscle twitched in Sin’s neck, forcing his dreadlocks to jerk to and fro in his agitated state. His legs were telling him to keep going, to ignore her words and continue on his way. He felt the soft rush of warm air waft toward him, and after a moment comprehensive panic burst forth as he realized the nimble fae had taken to the air; Sin knew not what sort of advantage she hoped to gain by hopping upon the warm thermals of the sky, but whatever it was he was sure it was an advantage. And yet--woe is him!—he couldn’t simply trot away from such inquiring words. Manners were bred deeply within the dappled one’s bloodline; his airs and graces were the oxygen in his lungs. Sin could deal with being cowardly; he knew perfectly well he was not built for physical confrontation, and neither did he value it with any sort of passion. He was perfectly comfortable with turning tail and running from the imminent danger of an airborne beast of burden. However, the Disciple could not abide by being cowardly and rude in the same sitting. No; he was taught better than that. He would swallow the apprehension in his throat, turn to the lady, and tell her quite clearly that he merely wished to be gone from that place, and if she would, please, leave him free to do so.

And that’s exactly what the dappled boy did; Sin slowed his pace, whirling around to face the winged siren. He took a deep breath, holding his head high and his eyes ever wide and calculating in their piercing, icy stare. “Please, ma’am,” he started, his voice only slightly stronger than what he felt inside, “I wish not to start conflict. I merely found myself in the grip of academic pursuit—I didn’t mean to intrude upon your herd lands.” He stopped very briefly, blinking rapidly; it seemed as though a rather garish, subtle light was scrabbling at his eyes, making them itchy and irritated. “ “I apologize if you truly had wished for my company. I really am sorry, but I must attend to my duties and return to…return to the side of my…of my…”

Sin drew breath slowly, his eyes widening; the itch made his eyes water, but as a single, tiny teardrop escaped his lids, the inflamed sensation vanished entirely—as did any recollection of the sensation.

“ “...of my…”

The strange gypsy mare had not changed in her appearance; she was the same dull sandy color, with the same curious bird catcher spots and dazzling green eyes. Her form was just as lithe and delicate as Sin had observed, just as attractive in that graceful way of hers, with those same alluring, yet God-awful appendages sprouting from her withers. Sin could detect no difference in her demeanor, in the sly, playful grin she gave him; he could not see what had changed in the past few seconds. Yet something was different.

“ “…of—um…”

Something was stirring within Sin as he gazed upon her, something he had never felt in his entire life. Strangely, the sensation was oddly attached to Tolio in some manner, that cinnamon stud that had shared Sin’s warmth with him. But the image of this gyspy mare was a jealous one, and didn’t consent to thoughts of others than her. She was the centerfold in his mind’s eye; Sin couldn’t imagine anyone else, any other face, even if he tried. He didn’t try. Somehow, in the span of only a few, precious heartbeats, this glorious, wondrous mare had inspired some base attraction in Sin that wasn’t there before.

“ “….o-of….um….”

While her lithe build and graceful conformation had only garnered a routine observation from Sin, it was now his obsession; he couldn’t stop gazing at her, looking at every nook and curve of her luscious body, trying desperately to memorize her build. Those wings that had inspired wariness and contempt only a seconds ago now beguiled awe into the Disciple’s heart; that passion he felt in pursuing the origins of flight were renewed in his stupor, and he gazed at those wings thinking to himself just how soft and beautiful and grand they were to look at. Those eyes—those dazzling green eyes he had admitted to being attractive before were now breathtaking. They captured him, ripped his heartstrings painfully as they pierced his hide from behind those long, long lashes. He could only stand there and gaze, his alarm and confusion rapidly melting, bubbling away and leaving nothing but dumbfound heartache.

“….oh.” Sin said, his eyes wide. It was done. The stallion was snared.


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 Phaedra</style>
 & from your lips she drew the hallelujah</style>




For a moment, she thought it hadn't worked. As Sin spun to face her, his babble of words draining from his lips just as before, she mentally frowned. Phae had been attractive before the Goddess had given her magic, having perfected her craft for years. She had ensnared a stallion who was not only gay, but viewed her as a sister! How was this one able to evade her natural charms and her magic? Briefly, before Sin's words began to dry up, she wondered if perhaps he was one of those stallions, who was...what was the word? Sell-a-something? The one where they weren't interested in anybody...That might explain it.

But then she watched as her magic finally took hold - or perhaps he simply stopped fighting it, and was allowing himself to be pulled under. The feeling of his eyes roaming over her body with a new-found purpose, sent chills down her spine, and caused her belly to warm with a deliciously physical sensation. Moving forward, she tossed her forelock from her eyes, batting them slightly as she did so, feigning naivety. Her sea-green gaze widened as if she was ensure of what to do, finding herself in such close proximity with a stallion. Of course this couldn't be farther from the truth, but Phaedra liked to play to her audiences tastes. Something told her, that even under the guise of her magic, that this one would not take too kindly to the aggressive approach.

Continuing to move forward and slightly to Sin's left, she extended her left wing, drawing her longest flight feather close to his wither. With a delicate touch, she let the feather dance above his skin, trying to heighten the sense of anticipation that he would feel physically. Passing by his flank, she finally lowered the creamy feather, running it in soft motions across his barrel. This motion normally elicited pleasurable shivers, although she had no idea if it would be amplified at all by the use of her magic. Moving behind him and to his right, all the while meaning to trace her wingtip against him, maintaining contact, she sighed softly, as she moved shoulder-to-shoulder on his right side.

"Why darling, you've not told me your name" She cooed with a silvery laugh, completing her circuit around him, and moving to stand in before him again. Her neck curved subtly - but enough that it accentuated her fine arabian curves, and slender andalusian proportions. she made soft 'tsking' sounds under her breath, as she tilted her head to the side, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous and delighted light.

How far could this go? Would he do whatever she said? Was this purely physical, or had her magic infected some emotional part of him as well? Would the effects linger, or would her memory fade, once her magic had? The uses in terms of gaining information as per her rank within the Grey, were exciting, yet they did not compare with the blissfully and wholly encompassing feeling of being desired, that this was having on her. Would they all look at her, that way Sin was now? And if she used her magic on one who already desired her - Tolio, or Apollo - what then?


[I love Sin. <3]



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The stallion’s limbs trembled as some sort of fine, silvery, misty film of something settled itself on his brain--gently, provocatively—dulling the senses of the Disciple’s mental processes. He felt suffocated, as though no oxygen were making it to his vital blood vessels; he could barely breathe as the limber fae made her sultry way towards him. In a sense, he felt blinded as well; the Goddess of the Moon had kindly granted him superior vision in the night, allowing the stars both above him and below to illuminate his path with a myriad of color and gorgeous light until the season waned. Right here, however, as he stood entranced with the siren, none of that magic mattered; the scenery all around him was as dust compared to a gilded stature when he looked at the Pegasus.

All was not lost to oblivion, however. There was a tiny inkling of a voice, a mere whisper compared to the torrent of newfound passions Sin felt—but it was there. It didn’t say words—his mind was still confused for that—but it was a hum of discontent, a click of the tongue that hated the proceedings. Something wasn’t right. This picture wasn’t an acceptable one, and Sin heard the tiny voice and conceded. He knew something wasn’t right, but that was all. He only knew. He didn’t act on it…and actually tried to suppress that tiny voice of reason. There was a larger piece of him that did this; a base, primal part of Sin’s entire male being that…that enjoyed these new feelings.

Though, again, Sin was oblivious to the battle of his natural wills. He only knew the Gypsy Girl.

"Why darling, you've not told me your name…”*

Her voice wafted to him—a voice that was already musical, yet now sounded like a full symphony of angelic chorales-- and his breath hitched as his mind began to wage all sorts of battles. Why does she want to know my name? some paranoid corner of his think-pan whispered. How come I’ve never mentioned my title to her? said another, louder, cruder murmur, How rude of me, keeping things like that from her! I’m scandalized! Yet another sarcastic voice proffered its two-cents. You want to talk about a scandal, hmm? I could give you a juicy one right about now...

“I’m…I’m Sinny,” the stallion blurted, completely forgetting himself and allowing those voices to duke it out in his mind as he floundered with his responses. He shook his head jerkily even as the words tumbled from his mouth. “No, no, that’s not right. I’m properly called Zikar-Sin, m’lady. Disciple of the Aurora Basin.” Why was he telling her this? He still wasn’t quite sure of his own motives. “You…can call me Sinny, though, if you wish ma’am.” Sin looked at her with his eyes wide and shining helplessness all over the place; he proffered a mild, hesitant grin, a bashful sort chuckle escaping his lips. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on in his head, but the overpowering desire for her to call him Sinny was startling. It was a really a base sort of wish, and with it came the visage of Tolio swimming behind his eyelids again. And yet again, the image was pushed away by the vain face of the Gypsy.

He really, really wanted her to call him Sinny”.

Sin wanted to talk to her. He wanted desperately to stay and chat with her, laugh with her, learn about her and where she came from; he wanted to see what kinds of things she liked to do, wonder what her family life was like, ask if she had been blessed with motherhood. He wanted to stand there in the blistering heat of the Heart and gab his heart out until the sun rose and his senses cleared—yet he didn’t feel addled in the head. Sin felt so very content just to stand there in her presence—as though it were the one thing he had truly desired in life. He was complete here. Yet he was dead in the water, completely fumbling for something to say. He was a man of science and philosophy—would she like something like that? Did she pursue the knowledge of life? Did she value the observations of the interworkings of the world? If she did….Sin’s heart might break with the gladness he’d feel.

He desperately wanted to make sure she was happy.

“Do…do you like trees?” Sin asked tentatively, his eyes glowing as he looked nervously up into the Gypsy’s visage.



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The way he was looking at her - how she craved that look! The way his eyes roamed over the firm supple lines of her sculpted figure - could he see how perfectly her body was made for flight? How swift she must be in the air, with those long legs and lithe figure? Did he wonder not just how one feather felt against his chest, but how a wingful would feel? He was from the Aurora Basin then...confined by other unicorns. Did he know how it would feel, so have the softness of her forehead, unmarried by a horn, pressing against him? The closeness with which she could press herself to him - closer than any unicorn, anyways. Did it delight his imagination, as it was delighting hers?

The Basin. Faelene and Tolio.

Her magic did not just enthrall Sin, but overtook her as well. A warm pink glow bloomed in her breast and belly, washing away all rational thought and concern for the world. Where were her children? With Stella... a faraway voice cooed. Yes, that was probably it. Where was Tolio? Or Apollo? Levi? Gone, gone gone....Then again...wouldn't it be amusing if this one loved Tolio as well? The voice drifted away, and Phaedra payed it no mind.

"Sinny?" She echoed, her voice singing the syllables as she tested them out. A silvery laugh escaped her part pink lips as she repeated it a few more times, each more breathy than the last: "Sinny, Sin Sin" Another laugh. "Why Sugar, what a marvelous name. I'm Phaedra. Or Phae, if you like." Winking at him, she gazed deeply into his eyes, batting her own as she did so. What did he see when he looked at her? Was she transformed, or only enhanced? Was he staring at some long lost childhood love, or seeing her golden face shining back at him?

Tolio...

A wave of pink washed the cinnamon stallion from her mind, as she focused properly on the odd dappled boy before her. How far could this go? Would he...do this she asked? Her thoughts were interrupted as he inquired about her thoughts on ... trees ?"Why darlin' I do indeed." She replied carefully, unsure if this was some odd sexual innuendo on his part. Flicking her creamy tail and lifting it ever so slightly, she tossed her head carelessly to the side, causing her mane to ripple down her shoulder. "Sinny my love, tell me something..." She began, her voice playful and un-demanding. It was as if she was merely bored - just two old chums passing the time. "Tell me...a secret!" Turning to him now, her eyes were bright with intrigue and magic.

This was precisely what her magic was for after all. Gaining information. Although this preliminary test was more to see just how far and integrated her magic would be, in the mind of another, perhaps this odd stallion would have something interesting hidden in his mind somewhere.

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Sin’s eyes were mesmerized by the shimmer that came from that gorgeous hide; the satisfaction in the Gypsy’s eyes and the quirk of her smile was so refreshing, so pleasing, that the Disciple swore he had been knocked in the head with the force of his own infatuation. He was surely seeing stars; his eyes swam and the night floated before him in a haze, disconnected and intoxicated; the stallion was surely in love with this woman. And while his mind screamed at him, raged at him, told him this is not love, you deplorable IDIOT, Sin had a hard time distinguishing the correct flow of thought he should follow. His brain was full of sensation, not sense; the starlight was glittering behind his eyes, and Sin was punch-drunk with her magic.

*"Sinny?….Sinny, Sin Sin."*

Every syllable was met with a lurch in his stomach; his dearest wish realized, Sin felt his insides ache in a very beautiful way, and he had to look away from her to stop his knees from growing any weaker. The way she had said his name with that silken voice of hers—it had shamed every other voice in his mind, every other affection he had felt for any other in his life. Farai was forgotten in this moment. Tolio was caught up in a whirlwind denial; even Myrddin was shoved away, though this was out of sheer embarrassment on the stallion’s part. As helpless as he was to her magic, Sin was still conscious of the indecencies of his behavior—and he knew that, while he himself abided by it, he would be hard-pressed to relate the details to his ever faithful master.

His eyes still firmly averted to the ground, Sin finally learned the name of his gypsy angel: Phaedra. Or Phae, if he liked. His heart—or some other betraying organ in his chest—swelled with warmth as he listened to that velveteen voice tickle his ears with her breathy sort of wonder. His heart gave antoehr lurch as he listened to her affirm her love of trees. Was she truly a scholar? Were they soul-mates in science, kindred spirits in knowledge? What sort of fairy tale would this be if Sin met his perfect match here, in the very heart of this strange island nation? It didn’t make any sort of rational sense, it was childish to the nth degree, and Sin clung to that star-struck hope like a filly in her first heat swooning over some dashing rebel of a stud.

*"Sinny my love, tell me something..."*

The silken pull of her voice was enough to make the Disciple raise his eyes to her; she was an adder, transfixing him to that silken, flaxen mane of hers, glittering all over the place with that seductive touch she had. He looked deep into her, drawn to her, to that voice that coaxed his voice into motion. “Anything,” he heard himself whisper.

*"Tell me...a secret!"*

“About the Plague?” he asked eagerly, the words spewing out of his mouth without a second thought, “Would you like to hear about the Plague? Or…” his eyes widened, his mind raking the sides of his skull for any sort of juicy, succulent secret she might like to sink her teeth into, “Or about Tolio? I’ve only met him once, but—“ the Disciple suddenly stopped his words, sheepish in countenance, as something reared in his mind—a snake of reason, slithering its way to his throat and silencing him with a bite of its long fangs.



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Everything stopped.

Phae's mind was suddenly cleared of everything, save for the choice that this odd companion had given her. Would you like to hear about the Plague? Or about Tolio?"

Simultaneously, her mind screamed both PLAGUE and TOLIO at the same time. A storm began to rise and swell within her breast, or was that her magic...?, as her mind fought to make a decision. Tolio; her cinnamon love, and sire of her twins. What could this dappled darling possibly know of him? Was it with Sinny, that she shared Tolio's affections with? Even if he wasn't - the things he could tell her! He would know Tolio as he was in the Basin - as a solider and a stallion!

And yet...

There was the Grey. Before she had found love with Tolio, they had taken her in. Ophelia had seen the potential that she could not see in herself, and Ktulu, as frightening and cold as she was, had given her a place. Now, they had a home, and Phaedra had a rank and magic. Had she not gone to the Goddess - to that evil beautiful bitch - and endured being hideous, precisely so that she could use her magic to benefit the Grey, and excel as a spy?

The Plague? Or Tolio? The Grey, or her heart?

As time slipped back, no longer affording the golden girl a chance to collect her thoughts, it instead seemed to be reinforcing that fact that she would have to choose. Just how long would her magic grip Sinny's beautiful mind for?

Exhaling softly, trying to keep hidden the inner turmoil that she felt, Phae took a step forward, towards the dark steed. "Oh Sinny-bear" She whispered gayly, as her cheeks coloured themselves a pretty dusty rose. "Why the Plague sounds just marvelous doesn't it?" She extended her velvety muzzle, meaning to gently brush it against the curve of his cheek. She forced her mind to ignore the feeling that her heart had been betrayed, and instead allowed her mind to drown in the pinkness that was her magic. Glamour glistened behind her eyes, igniting their sparkle. As she focused upon that feeling, she felt the guilt and remorse of not asking about Tolio gradually begin to slip away, deep down, to the bottom of her mind. She would surely have to deal with it later, but until that time, her attention would be upon Sin, and whatever information he might have for her.

Retracting her nose, she made an impatient little sigh, as she batted her long eyelashes towards her dark play-thing. He was quite handsome, in an awkward way; she would understand if Tolio took a liking to this one. She certainly did. Drawing her muzzle in, to accentuate the curves of her neck and chest, she let her flirtatious gaze wash over her Sinny-bear, hoping that he would have something of use to tell her, so that her choice to disregard information about the father of her twins, would not be in vain.

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Something slipped.

Sin’s voice continued to falter, becoming caught within the confines of his throat. It was as though a tangle of vines had surfaced there, constricting the air in his voice and entangling themselves around his vocal chords, constricting him and his freedom of speech. He blindly wanted to continue speaking with the Gypsy Phaedra—to please her and beguile that wondrous face of hers into one of radiant satisfaction—but the dappled stallion could not speak to save his life. In fact, the Disciple could barely breathe, his throat was so tight; his eyes bulged slightly, something fluttering in his breast that tasted a whole lot like panic.

Sin barely noticed the angelic form before him loose her own focus, but it affected him nonetheless. When he was previously encroached into the fast grip of the sickly pink magic, blind to it yet totally susceptible, he now felt as though he were being pulled through a sticky mire of residue, the world around him becoming blurry and refocusing in a disorienting cloud. For several heartbreaking moments, Sin found himself in the pit of total confusion; the beauty of the night and the lighted coals of the Heart became smudges in his peripheral, while the stones on the ground sharped to eye-splitting clarity. The mare before him continued to seem attractive enough, but her body seemed to shift before his eyes, shrinking and growing and staying exactly the same all at once. His head began to pound painfully, as though he had accidentally ingested some sickly toadstool while grazing; Sin closed his eyes, clenching his teeth against the onset of the sudden migraine. The space behind his eyes began to throb; he backed up a couple of steps instinctively, his breath coming in great, shaky rasps, as though he had been doused in cold water.

What was I about to say? He floundered, desperately trying to grasp to that stable piece of information—trying to reach some form of normalcy in their encounter and return to his besotted, care-free state. For it was true that much of Sin’s being had enjoyed the influence of the intoxicating mare, had relished being enchanted by the impossible beauty she displayed. But now he knew it was an enchantment—the awareness was no longer just some weak voice in the back of his head. The realization hit him with the same force of his headache, and he realized with somber, shame-faced dignity that he could no longer turn away from the truth of it without sparing his personal integrity.

* "Oh Sinny-bear…Why the Plague sounds just marvelous doesn't it?"*

“Yes, it does,” he said through gritted teeth, unsettling venom suddenly leaking into his voice. His head was still lowered; his eyes still shut tight, his head throbbing painfully enough to induce tears to leak from between his tightly-closed lids; if he had the physiology for it, the dappled-boy might’ve vomited from the pain. The track of the conversation was lost amid the turmoil of the shifting magic, but even now Sin had to agree with what Phaedra had said: he had never before felt so much sympathy for the racist organization that settled itself in the Basin.

The humiliation of his situation tangled with the pain, and he suddenly hated his Gypsy Angel.

Sin peeked through his leaking eyelids, intending to spite the angel and run for the cover of his homeland. However, the curtain of magic persisted and began to mist about the Pegasus mare more than ever, and Sin was again susceptible to its charm. He was aware of it now though, and so while his eyes itched with the intoxication, his hurting brain was able to look past it, to see the arguably attractive fae with her ugly wings and dull, sand-colored hide. His vision was doubled—an immaculate cherub glittered in one eye, while a charlatan danced in his other.

Sin snorted, throwing his head and shaking the tears from his swimming eyes. He took several more steps backward, confused movements, wanting to get closer to his Gypsy Angel and peel away from the enchantress Phaedra all in one movement.



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