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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on March 24, 2016 at 02:50:14 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 rain came down in sheets, lightly at first, almost like a mist. She could feel the droplets as they slowly began to dampen her coat and add weight to the airy strands of her blonde mane and tail. A brief flash of lightning lit up the trees and the brush of the jungle before her. When she heard the familiar call of Ailill she halted, her petite head held low beneath her withers, two chocolate-colored lobes swiveled outward at the sides of her skull. She took a deep breathe, her barrel rising and falling in one quick huff, then allowed her gaze to shift upward to meet his own.

Macabre felt guilty, as if she'd purposely acted out to hurt him. That could not be farther from the truth, but given the mare's eerie past, she knew it was only a matter of time until her misfortune seeped into every remaining healthy aspect of her life. All that she really had left was this place and Ailill.

"The storm last night. I couldn't get back to the caverns." She didn't elaborate. She wasn't sure it mattered. But the onslaught of rain had washed out the trails. She had slipped many times over roots and rocks trying to get back underneath the jungle's canopy and to the heart of the territory, but the conditions were too treacherous. As the night wore on, she became desperate for shelter and wandered across the border into Vodnik's territory. That's where he had found her.

"Vodnik of the Ridge wasn't going to let me return," Macabre speaks, her dark marbled eyes watching Ailill intently, gauging him for an appropriate reaction. "When I went against his command, he told me he'd come after you to get to me."

She was conflicted. Macabre had hoped to be a resource to Ailill , not a problem.





"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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