Making love to a m e m o r y

Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on March 29, 2016 at 06:33:20 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."

There's something about the bulking stud standing before her that seems conflicted. At first, Macabre is fearful of this realization and the direct impact it could have on her at any moment. Though clearly frustrated, Vodnik didn't seem full of rage. He looked at her in bewilderment, as if he had so much more to say but didn't know how. Or possibly he was frustrated by the fact that what he meant wasn't what was coming out. At least, that's the way Macabre interpreted it. It made her curious, though temporarily, as the fear was so strong within her it consumed whatever innocent, and perhaps misguided empathy she had for the stranger who threatened to keep her here against her will. Luckily instinct kicked in, coupled with years of torment that only heightened her sense of flight, and she wasn't willing to let her desire to be kind and understanding lead her into treacherous territory yet again.

Little did she know that Vodnik saw her as seldom had during the entire length of her short life. How was she to know that his intentions for her were what she had strove for once, before all the heartbreak and disappointment that the Reaper had cursed upon her? Even if the stallion had been completely forthcoming, Macabre probably wouldn't have believed him. She'd been duped by lies and false promises from stallions before. Vodnik was a stranger. As far she was concerned, he was merely hungry for more and too selfish to share or to know when enough was enough. The thought of it all made the fear wash away, if only for a second, and a dire warmth radiated through her in its place. "Don't you have enough?" She said sternly, with a quick flick of her thin blonde tail. She turned her petite head to the left and right, taking in the immediate scenes of the Ridge around her as if to survey just what Vodnik had that gave him his power.

"I wish we'd met on different terms." She says, after what seemed to her like a long silence. The mare's dark eyes peer upward to meet his own. She isn't thinking much about Aillil any more. The damage was done. She knew Vodnik wasn't bluffing about fighting Aillil. "Perhaps we'll meet again, under better circumstances."

And with that, the chestnut mare turned to leave, one shaky limb propelling her forward one uneasy step at a time.

"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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