Posted on October 11, 2016 at 09:37:15 PM by Macabre
 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." Spring brought new life to the Ridge and Macabre was thankful for the break in the otherwise cold weather. Fresh grass sprouted at her hooves, and in some more open areas of the terrain, it was high enough to tickle her legs and underbelly. The chestnut mare found herself standing among the tall grasses on a crisp and cool spring morning, licking away the dew on the flimsy strands while grazing. Life in the Ridge was becoming oddly similar to what Macabre had experienced in Paradise. The responsibilities that came with Macabre's new title of lead mare gave her purpose each day. It drew her from slumber before the sun would peek beyond the high boulders, and she would join Vodnik on patrol of the terrain. Macabre found she was good at logging minuscule details. She would register new scents and tracks of predators in the mud and compare them each day to gauge their herding patterns. She'd study the marshlands and the lakes for treacherous muddy pockets and help move the herd away from them. Occasionally the petite mare would even muster up enough courage to swim to the Crossing Isle and force herself to socialize with other horses there, keeping Vodnik's name and the Ridge on the forefront of the community's mind. Needless to say, Macabre was enjoying the change of pace. That said, the chestnut hadn't had a real conversation with Vodnik since she first arrived here, despite their routine working relationship. Perhaps part of her was still a little nervous to open up to him. She toyed with this fact over and over in her mind, but when the time came that they were alone together, her lips always remained tightly shut. Macabre was mostly friendly with Rowena, but also made a point to keep a watchful eye over Lillith during the long stretch of winter. During this time Macabre found herself seeking out Lillith more than any other member of the herd. She was the only pregnant mare here, and ever since their run-in with that friendly stranger a few months ago, she was always eager to help the otherwise completely independent mare, in any way she could. Part of this must have stemmed from Macabre's loss of Shiraz. She was known to hover around new families -- that was, after all how she became such close friends with Jetta in the Peak -- even if she didn't realize it. There was a void deep down there. She ached from the loss of her only child, and fretted about ever becoming a mother again. The only member of the herd that Macabre tried to actively avoid was Dracaena. The two had only spoken once, when they convened at the border of Paradise with Ailill. But Dracaena had made it clear that she was not interested in fostering friendships, and her interest in Ailill that day only meant trouble. Nevertheless, the pretty chestnut mare was never far from Macabre's thoughts. As lead mare, it was her job to keep an eye on her too, even if she didn't want to. 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." |
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- [x] - By Dracaena October 21, 2016 at 01:39:17 PM
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