Posted on October 25, 2016 at 03:26:48 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 still remembered the first day she realized something was wrong. The petite chestnut mare 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. It would be an easy trek to disappear across the border and into Paradise, Macabre's former home. She had friends there. Life would virtually go back to being the same it was before Vodnik took an interest in her in the first place. But Macabre couldn't leave Lillith and her filly behind. 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 she could convince them to follow her to Paradise and meet her friend, Ailill. That's where Macabre would settle, at least for now, before would eventually make her way back to the only territory that ever felt like home to her: the Peak. Macabre tries to look as calm as possible in Lillith and Lluvia’s company now. So when Lluvia asks about her family, Macabre's gaze shifts to Lillith. If Macabre was capable of shrugging her shoulders, this was the type of situation in which she would do so. But instead, she merely smiled, weakly, at Lluvia and bobbed her head. "I like to think of our herd as my family." She said sweetly while looking at the small girl. "Even if we're not related by blood, like how you and your mom are." With that, Macabre bumped the filly's shoulder with her nose gently before turning to look at Lillith again. The bay mare wasted no time getting to the issue at hand -- that they were seemingly, the last known inhabitants of the Ridge. When Lillith asks if she knows what happened, Macabre again, hesitates to respond. "I honestly have no idea." She said bluntly with the flick of her blonde tail. "I didn't know Vodnik well. But this seems very out of character for him." Macabre allows her gaze to drift off into the trees around them, watching as the branches bent and rustled as a gentle spring breeze passed through. In the gust, Macabre caught the scent of that new stallion. He was close. Macabre's dark eyes settle on Lillith now. Her expression is much more serious. "Someone else is here now. I'd rather get out of here rather than risk getting to know another power-hungry stallion." Macabre shifted her weight uneasily across her four hooves and nickered to Lillith. "You should come with me." 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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- rend the flesh from bone - By l i l l i t h November 6, 2016 at 03:32:14 PM
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