Posted on October 24, 2016 at 03:25:49 PM by Macabre
 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." So was Dracaena. And Rowena. All of a sudden, the Ridge herd just disappeared. Macabre awoke one spring morning in a similar fashion as she had the days before. She stood from the soft earth's floor, shook out her thinning copper coat, and set out to meet the draft stallion to patrol the borders of their rocky terrain. But Vodnik wasn't there at sunrise, as he always was. If the stallion was anything, it was punctual, so this was the first sign that something was off. When the sun's mass had climbed over the peaks by late morning, Macabre chose to set out on patrol herself, taking their usual route. Nothing in particular seemed out of place. That is, until she returned to the main area where the herd bed down for the night, and the only horses that were still there were Lillith and her young filly. The small chestnut mare did her best not to seem alarmed. There was no need to worry Lillith and her child. But after a span of several days with no signs of the rest of the herd, Macabre began to worry. She could fee the Reaper at her back, his cold clutches at her heels at every turn. Had he taken the herd from her? Was he saving Lillith and the filly for last? It wasn't long until another stallion emerged, staking claim of the Ridge and all its inhabitants. It was this day that Macabre decided she would flee for good, disappearing down the familiar trail toward Paradise, where she'd last seen Ailill with Rowena and Dracaena. She emerged on the other side of the border without as much paranoia as before, but in Macabre's usual fashion, she was overly alert and perky, her dark eyes wide as she took in the semi-familiar sights of Paradise and looked for any signs of a familiar face. Macabre had no intention of being away from the Ridge for long. While she had decided she would no longer live in the Ridge, she wouldn't settle anywhere else until she knew Lillith and her filly were safe. If that meant staying behind with the new stallion in the Ridge, so be it. But maybe it was in Paradise with her friend, Ailill. Of all the faces Macabre thought she'd see, Jetta's was not one of them. But she stumbled into a scene with Jetta and Ailill, and she could not have felt more relieved. The chestnut mare nickered eagerly to both of them, trotting up anxiously to reach Ailill who was standing over a resting Jetta. "Ailill! Jetta! She called out as she arrived, worry quickly clouding the mare's features when she saw Jetta in such a weak condition. "Jetta, what's happened to you?" She asks, pressing her cold nose to the mare's large shoulder. "What can I do?" 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." |
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