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Wildly the shadows dance and play along the peak's ledges, each creature tumbling down the side of the mountain as if it was some sort of sick game to see who could fall the farthest and the fastest without once stopping. All this is seen only from the eyes of the shadow's princess, a princess that had time and time again denied her right to the crown her mother had so proudly worn. It is only this princess that can fully see these shadows at play, to hear their disgusting chorus of dark laughter as one after another they shove each other down the mountain side. If only the princess could explain her situation to the outside world without being looked down upon or laughter at for the world she wishes she could escape, a world where voices run rampant and call to her wildly without a break. Those she has trusted to speak to ignore her, call her a witch and run her off, one such herd attempted to herd her off the side of the cliff onto the jagged rocks below as waves brutally pound any loose object into the island side without remorse. Slowly these shadows whispers, tugging at her ears like an obnoxious child, snarling with jagged teeth that no one should be trusted with the realm except those created and chosen by the shadows themselves. Powerful claws clacked across her back, feeling as real as the breeze that slides down the peak's side, as real as the very ground beneath her feet. But they dared not to meddle with the very bloodline of the former Queen, they dared not to bring out the monster that lies caged, biding it's time until it can break free from the weakening binds. Deep in the caverns of her mind she hides it, a black sheet draped across the hellish creature. For now it is hidden.
As well it should be, as it smirks behind the shroud it is lost under at the approach of someone not quite so dark, someone much more innocent and innocence always tastes the best when it is not tainted. Yet it remains still, for now is not the time it shall escape, it would be far too soon.
The world stops, the world of tenebris has eyes locked upon the purebred desert bred, stained and pointed teeth glimmer faintly in the faint night light as they meld into puddles of black, shifting back and forth upon the mountain before pooling at the hooves of their princess, snarls and claws reaching out from the ground like the dead grasping for the living, their growls feral and animalistic like wolves fighting over a carcess of elk and deer. Dreadful sounds echo through the air, not needing slim corridors of stone to echo loudly into the ears of the only one that can speak for them. Corridors of thought and mind are clogged with their teeth and sounds, drowning a world of light into nothing more then a mere whisper upon the air. She can feel claws climbing up her leg, strands wrapping around her legs to keep her planted in the pool of joyous despair and cold hatred as cackles vibrate against her leg like the harsh vibration of a loud bass drum to one's chest. Finally they get to touch a living, breathing creature that suspects nothing of the demented world that surrounds her so fully yet to her it is silent with shadows that stand still when in her line of sight.
She is unwavering, standing tall in a prideful self-confidence as ears remains perked and left forward but even thus her appearance is daunting and speaks only of death and decay. Blood never once has stumbled upon the hooves of a mare that is so innocent, yet when it does it will be familiar as if it has happened plenty of times before. There is much that is inheritted from a creature that had been the very fears of children and stallions a like, a creature that mares turned towards when they were too weak to fight for themselves against those that dared to fight the kingdom of darkness. A past and destiny cannot be escaped, eventually she will get captured and become the very thing she wished to kill. But for now she listens to lengthy words and sentences, a gaze that is stone cold and of ice trained upon a mare much lighter in shade then her shadow-like resemblence. Her wordiness is not necessary and that is made apparent as eyes narrow ever so slightly as the voice continues on. Though she is given much information, such things can be said in such a much more simple fashion. And it is with this realization that the princess takes a step closer to becoming the Queen she wished to avoid. "You cannot deny us -- not even our dearly departed Evanescence tried to avoid her calling. It made her special, it made her strong, just come with us and we can protect your essense. You will be ours." "You will be mine!" And that was that.
"Godiva Rhoynar. What would a princess be doing outside her Kingdom?" An alto voice rings deep from her chest, her tone flatlined like the pulse of a recently departed soul. Eyes full of nothing sharp like a newly sharpened knife as it stares straight into the eyes of a mare of shorter stature. She cannot act kinder, she cannot soften her gaze, who would be able to relax when the world around them spins out of control, tempting her, biting at her and chanting for her to just take up her black thorned crown like she should have done the moment Evanescence had died. No, she shall remain as such until the day she dies, until the day the shadows can no longer protect her from a realm they cannot touch except through her eyes. "Skraeling. Nothing more and nothing less." "Princess of the Night. Queen of the Night. Falling darker and deeper, you're not going to hit solid ground until you do. Let her know the world she treads on, let her know our shadows will see everything! WHY DO YOU IGNORE US!" "SILENCE." Growls, upset and fed-up come from all around her, sucken eyes of those dead glare at her from every which direction but the demanding stops, for now. She will not be so easily left alone, they will get their Queen out of her cage, and out from beneath that sheet.
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