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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on February 19, 2016 at 05:10:24 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."


The morning sun peaked through the dense forest's thick canopy, bright and warm rays leaking past the ruffled leaves and overarching branches and staining her coat with light in mismatched forms. She welcomed the warmth, the young mare's weary frame collected tightly into a ball on the earth's floor, her aching limbs neatly folded underneath her heaving girth, and petite head laid out on a patch of cool and damp soil. The sun had fallen and risen several times since Macabre had been dragged to Paradise and then abandoned, but she'd never left its borders until last night. The flaxen mare had lay there for quite some time as the springtime storm ravaged the island of Atlantis. The incessant flooding caused her to seek shelter overnight, driving her out of Paradise and into the neighboring terrain.

But the storm had passed, come morning. And Macabre awoke, still damp from the onslaught of rain from the night before. Her ears lay lazily at the sides of her skull, occasionally one pricking forward at the sound of the summer breeze passing through the trees overhead, or a squirrel scampering over twigs in the scarce grass. She had willed herself to rest, taking refuge for several hours, the scent of the saltwater and sound of the ocean's crashing waves not far from where she now dwelled.
She reveled in the milder weather now, as the gentle spring breeze rift through her unkempt blond locks, allowing them to dance delicately along her topline.

Her dark, and incessantly worry-fueled eyes stared out across the trees and foliage close to the ground. She could tell by the damp scents around her that she wasn't in Paradise any longer. So finally she stood, her body growing too warm underneath the rising sun. It was time to find her way home before she was spotted.




"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





OOC: I hope you don't mind that I have her drop by. :3

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