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Making love to a m e m o r y [Vodnik + Ailill ]
Posted on June 17, 2016 at 01:47:02 PM by Macabre




"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
learning from what sad cause he pours his tears?
Love hears his ladies crying their distress,
showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes
because villainous Death has worked its cruel
destructive art upon a gentle heart,
and laid waste all that earth can find to praise
in a gracious lady, save her chastity."

She could hear the cries from the unseen scuffle and the crackle of hoof upon flesh from the shore of Paradise. It was unsettling, an awful thing to have to listen to from afar. But a part of the mare was relieved. It was finally happening. And it would be over soon.

There had been so much build up since Macabre had stumbled over the border of her home in Paradise and into the Ridge. But the towering steed, Vodnik, made good on his promise. He came for her.

It felt like a lifetime of waiting. The mare ambled from one edge of the territory to the other, anxiety over what was to come blurring her thoughts and rifling through her body in the form of cold sweats, muscle shakes and a near constant elevated heartbeat. She hated this, this feeling of not knowing, of being in a holding pattern, of being helpless and not in control of her own life. The last time she had felt like this she was watching the life be sucked from her only child, Shiraz. The poor colt died a slow death among the snow banks on Tinuvel.

Deep down, Macabre knew the outcome. Ailill would not be able to stop the draft breed from coming for her, no matter how hard he tried. And she felt guilty about that too. She didn't know if she could bear to see the young pale colored boy after the onslaught she could only imagine would come from Vodnik. Silently she prayed that the bigger steed would have mercy on him.

Macabre had ample time to think long and hard about Vodnik. He was unruly, brutish and strong. She had met types like him in the past. They had never been kind to her. But Vodnik could have kept her for himself that day they first met. He could have herded her back into the Ridge when he first spotted her. Instead, he let her go unharmed back to Paradise. She was intrigued by this, though timid and unsure.

Macabre's dark marbled gaze stared out over the shoreline, watching the dark waves and their bright breaking tips, illuminated by the moon overhead. She often dreamed of the sea. The ebb and flow of the waves, the swell of the creamy current as it lapped at the shoreline and whipped back into the depths from which it came. She had loved the water as a youngster. It was something they worshiped in her tribe, a gift from the gods, a vital part of her everyday existence. But it was also the monster that ripped everything away from her. As an adult, the ocean made her uneasy. Being by the shoreline made her tense. She hated staring out into its nothingness, knowing very well how small she was in comparison to its mass, how easily the liquid could consume her, as it had her parents. She thought of them now, the sound of the crashing waters finally overtaking that of the dulling claps from the battle in the distance.

And she waited to find out her fate.




"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
I saw him weeping there in human form,
observing the stilled image of her grace;
and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven,
where that sweet soul already had its home,
which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh."

Macabre | 6 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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