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i went looking for trouble



Again the dark mare stands alone in the bleak and forlorn tundra of Tinuvel, Dexter's departure lingering like the bitter sting of nettles on the back of her tongue, like the burn of venom in her veins. Morrigan is beginning to despair of ever finding a man to match her ambitions; first that uncouth brute Warsaw, and now the wretched demon have renounced their thrones unexpectedly and without ceremony. The departure of her once-rapist is a relief, but also rankles the woman. What was it about this vague elsewhere that sung to some with the irresistible lure of a siren's call?

At least this time she has purpose, a slim thread of destiny to cling to; before he had taken to the sea, Dexter had bid Morrigan to assimilate into the Inlet's herd. Though she cares little, in truth, for whatever designs the grullo stallion might have for the future, it couldn't hurt to humor the man. Should he return to reclaim his title, her seeming obedience will win Dexter's favor - and should he not, she will still have a place to call home. Either way, she stands to benefit from this arrangement.

Or so Morrigan thinks.

The Inlet is deceptively similar to the Bay on the surface, but Morrigan is quick to discern the subtle differences that set the two lands apart. Located between the sea and a range of mountains with snow-capped peaks, the Bay had at least been somewhat sheltered from the winter's ravages. Here in the Inlet, though spring is fading into summer, snow still lingers in sparsely scattered drifts and the grass is still brittle and brown. There are no signs of equine habitation in this forlorn place, and exhaling her breath in a warm fog, Morrigan wonders whether Dexter hadn't deceived her when he sent her here.

Perhaps it is the familiarity of her desolation, but the black mare imagines for a moment that the wind that tangles her silver tresses tastes of the pale brute who had once captivated her.

Warsaw.
Morrigan
mare . ten . silver black . friesian cross . 16.3hh
character by reba
html by russell for reba


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