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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on August 31, 2016 at 08:00:17 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."

Macabre isn't great in aggressive situations. Despite her levelheadedness and her charming and polite speech, she was submissive. The skittish mare was constantly paranoid, and fear dribbled through her when she was forced to approach someone new, especially someone of whom she could perceive as a threat. While Macabre could honestly find reason to think just about anyone could be a potential threat, she found dozens of reasons why the heavy set mare standing before her now could absolutely be one, and impose danger or harm to her general well being. Despite this, the dainty chestnut mare swallowed her fear and attempted to graze as quietly as possible next to her. But he heart raced in her chest. Her muscles were tense under her thickening winter coat. Her eyes were wide and wild, ears flipping this way and that with any sound that registered. She only hoped that the faint dusk light would hide her clearly uncomfortable demeanor.

The mare smiled weakly when the mare returned her greeting. She watched her from her position a few feet away before lowering her head to graze again.

When Jasari spoke again, this time her tone targeted and blunt, Macabre nearly jumped out of her skin. The chestnut mare's head whipped high over her withers and she took a few steps backward and away from her. Her nostrils flared as she gasped for quick and shallow breathes. Then her copper-colored ear lobes flicked forward and back a few times as she contemplated a way to respond.

"Nothing." She said sharply, followed by a quick snort. "I haven't left my home on Atlantis in a long time. I thought it might be good to meet a few new friendly faces."

Macabre looked at her hard now, her thin tail flicking wildy from nervous energy over her haunches. She snorted again and took another step closer to the mare, even daring to arch her neck some in a gesture to share a friendly breathe.

"My name is Macabre. I'm the lead mare of the Ridge."

It felt weird and inappropriate on her tongue, to introduce herself as lead mare to anyone else. But that was really the purpose of her trip, wasn't it?




"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: Yay! Me too! <3

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