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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on October 17, 2016 at 08:53:18 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 petite chestnut mare watched from behind dark, marbled eyes as the doe and its fawn bounded through the tall grasses of the open meadow, and quickly disappeared into the deeper foliage in the distance. Macabre's ear lobes swung back to rest against her poll for some time, and her expression soured as she watched them go. Once the mother and daughter pair was far from view, Macabre apprehensively approached the other pair, offering Lillith the most sincerest of nickers.

Lillith is quick to forgive Macabre and in turn the chestnut mare is relieved. She offers the mare a grateful, though sheepish grin before turning her attention to the young filly with the crooked, stern expression on her face. The young thing clearly wasn't as forgiving as her mother. Macabre admires the filly and her firey nature as she hovers near her mother. The smallest quip of a giggle manages to escape the petite mare's whiskered lips as Lillith turns to scold her.

Macabre can feel her heart beating quickly in her chest, so fast that she her chest feels suddenly and startlingly warm as blood beings to splinter through her veins. Macabre was hardly as distraught as she used to be when she thought of Shiraz these days. Enough time had passed for her to remember her late son fondly and without much grief. But for whatever reason, looking at Lillith and Vodnik's healthy daughter right now in front her made her feel sick to her stomach.

Not wanting to seem rude, Macabre looks at Lillith and offers her a weak smile before looking back to the filly. "Nice to meet you, Lluvia." She says quietly, lowering her head some to eye the filly who stood mostly out of view on the other side of her mother.

"Look at her. Healthy and strong. I'm sure Vodnik is ecstatic." Macabre says with the gentle swish of her tail. When Lillith asks about her, Macabre allows her gaze to fall over the thicket in the background. "Oh me? I'm fine. It's been so quiet here lately. Peaceful."




"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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