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Making love to a m e m o r y [Rowena cont'd]
Posted on August 23, 2016 at 05:31:55 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."

Macabre followed Rowena's trail back to the Ridge at a brisk pace. The chestnut mare didn't make much of an effort to catch up to the younger mare -- clearly she was upset by what had transpired during their brief interaction in Paradise and she thought it might be best to give her a minute to catch her breathe. But Macabre had every intention of finding her now that they had returned home without Vodnik catching on to where they had been. She couldn't help but feel somewhat paranoid about the whole situation, however. Her shoulder seethed where Ailill had touched her. The mare couldn't help but feel like she was coated in an extra layer of filth from Paradise, one that would be remarkably easy to sense to her stallion. It made her feel guilty almost, no matter how conflicted and complex her situation in the Ridge was. She was brought here against her will. But Macabre was now Vodnik's lead mare.

The chestnut mare found a muddy, moist clump of soil where she immediately lay down to roll in it. It was a foolish and quick attempt to rid the smells of Ailill and Paradise from her body, but she didn't have many other options. Once she felt sufficiently covered in the Ridge's underbrush and leaf litter she stood, careful not to shake away whatever lose soil and twigs still clung to her copper coat. And then she set out to find Rowena.

By the time she finds the mare, she spies Rowena struggling to scale the last steps of an incline. Macabre can see the tears in her eyes. She hesitates for a moment, debating if it makes sense to encroach on the young girl's clearly personal moment. She thinks of herself in this instance, and how her sisters at the Peak were always there when she felt unsure of herself. So she strode up the the hill to meet her. "Hi. Are you OK?" Macabre asks as she too, struggles to keep up with the soft earth giving out underneath them. She nickers eagerly to Rowena, hoping to spur her to follow her to more level ground so they continue to talk more easily. Macabre's nostrils flare as she reaches the top and tries to catch her breathe. She lets her dark stare fall down the slope they'd just climbed, and look toward the path that led to Paradise. "I'm still not exactly sure what happened down there."




"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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