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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on April 16, 2018 at 06:09:26 PM by Macabre & Wasp




"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 watches quietly from the edge of the pool's outer bank as the painted mare breaches its surface and wades in. Her demeanor and her inquisitive nature at first leads Macabre to believe that she is just a filly, perhaps not much older than her own daughter, who stands curious and polite in the stranger's company. But upon further investigation, as the petite chestnut mother nears the pair, even going so far as to step her front hooves back into the chilly waters, the mare's physical appearance gives her away. Macabre's dark, marbeled eyes take in her frame. She quickly assesses the swelling her daughter so aptly identified as damage done from a swift hind-legged kick. This, of course, gives the mare pause. Why would someone kick her? Upon further investigation, Macabre notices that Cherish's body had indeed given birth before. Not unlike Macabre's, her abdomen was round, and her hips wide, signs of the physical changes that remain permanent after rearing at least one child. In Cherish's case, it appears she had birthed more than one.

"It's nice to meet you Cherish." She says sweetly from her position several feet away, smiling briefly but still studying the mare intently. Her childish nature was strange, given Macabre's other observations. But nothing seemed to pinpoint that Cherish was inherently harmful. So she tried to do best to relax as she and Wasp continued on in the water.

"Where do you live Cherish?" Wasp asks curiously, breathing in the scent of earth and mud on her hide. The filly had never stepped a foot in the Lagoon, so she had no recognition of the smell of such a place. "We live on the top of that mountain over there." Wasp added proudly, looking out across the distance, past the cluster of trees and into the sky where just the snow-topped Peak of their ridge was visible in the sky. "There's a lot to explore there, too." She said, striking one black leg into the water, and pawing furiously, sending splashes of water every which way.

Macabre found herself inching closer to the pair, despite her displeasure with being wet and damp. She moved slowly until the depths were above her ankles, but hadn't yet reached her knees. Her limp was slightly more prominent in the murky, give-away sand at the bottom of the pool. She smiled sweetly to both her daughter and their new friend as she approached. "There's plenty to see on the Crossing." Macabre added in a maternal tone. "Where else have you explored, Cherish?"




"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 | 12 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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