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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on September 27, 2016 at 05:39:40 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 was a sense of familiarity that seemed to wash over Jasari when she mentioned the Ridge. Macabre's breathed a brief sigh of relief when she registered this, hoping that this mare did in fact know Vodnik or someone else in the territory, and thought of them fondly and the not the opposite. So the chestnut mare stepped up warily to share a communal breathe with her, and tried to let whatever paranoid feelings she had pass quickly and hopefully out of view of Jasari. When the mare offered her name, Macabre merely smiled, her gaze never hovering too long on Jarasi or anywhere else, for that matter.

The petite mare snorted, as if to relieve herself of this nervous stress. But then Jasari asked her a question.

Macabre's dark, marbled eyes looked up to the larger mare with shock written across them. Her blunt, though clearly honest question completely startled the small mare. For a second, Macabre couldn't hear anything but the blood pumping in her ears. Maybe she should have considered her new role in greater depth before venturing away from Atlantis for the first time in years. Clearly she was going to be questioned about it. But even then, Macabre couldn't predict the question Jasari had for her.

Two dark brown ear lobes flick forward and back amid her messy, blonde mane while she struggles to come up with an appropriate response. "That is true," She began, her voice trailing off. "But I think Vodnik was looking for a mare capable of leading and organizing his herd moreso than any physical attributes." Her blonde tail flicked nervously over her haunches.

"Do you know Vodnik?" She asked, desperately wanting to change the conversation topic. "Have you visited the Ridge before?"

"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: sorry for the wait on this, and sorry it's so crappy :/

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