HoofPrince XVI: Eos


Lonely from their years of humidity and quiet as the trees they came from ;;




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Look Into The Void
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Posted on April 30, 2010 at 12:01:42 PM by Viriarus




Stagnant air rippled, pushed by invisible fingers, spurring idle branches into movement. The eerie silence of the heavy, humid jungle atmosphere suddenly alive with the rustling of leaf on leaf as they slid past one another, whispering their secrets in hushed unison. This wave of life moved quickly through the trees, pushed along by the dark shape that stalked through the shadows. The hot, clammy hands of the jungle air always got to her, clinging and grasping at her flawless skin, daring to encroach into the personal space she held so dear. Not today. Today they could move to let her past, slide past her dark fur, cool and awake. Just days before she might have let it continue, inwardly irritated but not nearly motivated enough to do a thing about it. But the muddle of thoughts and cursed emotions that had blinded her these past months had finally been cleared. Those dead eyes saw just exactly what it was that needed doing. Panic had held her; she had stared into the eyes of madness as it threatened to take its grasp on her; a lack of control pushing her to the brink. Madness was in her veins, quite literally when you looked at her mother, and it had been in this perfect moment of clarity as she realised what she was resigning herself to become, that she had been idle long enough, that she /must/ do something.

She was not a creature of darkness but the shadows parted and engulfed her, the earthy tones of the jungle swallowing her dark figure to near invisibility. These shadows had known her all her life. They were her shadows. Just like they were her trees. She had tried to give up ownership, resign her control. But no matter what she did, they were always her trees. This should be her jungle. What madness had made her give them up in the first place she couldn’t even begin to contemplate. But the only time her life had made sense, had had both clarity and purpose, was when she had been able to nurture this kingdom and the girls that called it home. She had led them to do great things. It had been an odd realisation the day that she discovered she was nowhere near as selfish as she had thought she was. Without a kingdom to keep a watchful eye on she had given herself more than enough time to pursue her own, personal advancement on the path to power and greatness. But when it came down to it… it was not satisfactory. She was possibly the least conversational creature to ever live in Hoof Prince, and almost certainly the most socially inept, and yet she had found herself… lonely. The prize of power had been far sweeter when shared amongst her sisters. She had watched them flourish. She remembered when the Valkyries were something to be feared and respected. She would see it that way again if it killed her.

And this was where she had encountered a problem. Viriarus had never taken orders in her life. She gave them out. She had tried to fall in line and help Kitty who was a fine leader in her own peculiar little way, and instead had found herself de-motivated, demoralised and sinking into depression. It turned out that she could not, in fact, play as a pawn in someone else’s game. She had never even really liked to see herself as the queen her particular game of chess… for on that chequered board even the queen could be taken, and her whole pathetic life revolved around protecting an even more pathetic king. No… she had much preferred to be the one sitting at the board, moving the pieces, controlling /everything/. This had left her one option.

She halted. Her head lifted and eyes closed as the breeze pulled towards her, pushing dark strands of mane away from her face. She drew a long, deep breath, cool air rushing through her nostrils to clear her thoughts. She exhaled slowly and opened her eyes, sterile gaze casting around the empty trees. She was ready. Now she just had to see how on the ball everyone else was.

V I R I A R U S
Air V | Fire III
Guardian of Altus



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