Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on April 22, 2019 at 10:21:06 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." She awoke to the familiar sensation of panic. Her heart racked against the confines of her small chest, threatening to beat its way out. Her sleep-deprived eyes were wide with fear, darker than ever, as they swirled in their sockets trying to make sense of where she was. The mare's dark nostrils flitted in quick succession as the sides of her barrel heaved to fill her lungs with shallow, staccato breaths. The flaxen chestnut mare had woken up too many times only to realize she was still in the Lagoon, a prisoner of the bachelor herd. So her new surroundings felt jarring and uncomfortable, even if she was technically, and finally, free. Despite her general exhaustion and slightly malnourished body, the former Codebreaker of the Peak pushed her weary body down the familiar path home. She had been too tired to climb the steep boulders that lead to higher elevations of the terrain. But a quick whiff of the grass and the trees showed her daughter's scent had long gone stale. So had Boneza's. Macabre's heart fluttered with adrenaline and worry. Cullen would likely come looking for her here. And she would not be safe, not alone in an abandoned terrain. She dragged her thin frame down the path in which she came until the tall, spindly grasses of the Meadow began to lick up her legs and brush the sides of her belly. She ate frantically under the moonlight, her eyes wide and ears erect at the top of her poll, until the sides of her stomach ached. Then she retreated into the brush, finally bringing her aching body to the ground. Macabre dreamt of her daughter, like she did every night she had been away. The stout, but still girlish filly was frozen in time in her mind and in her dreams. Macabre's heart hurt when she wondered what her daughter looked like now, as a full-grown mare. How she longed to see her again, even if there was a time during her lowest of lows in the Lagoon when she resigned herself to the fact that she would likely never see Wasp again. The world had certainly been cruel to Macabre. Every ounce of good that befell upon her had been ripped away in tragic fashion. Her first born, Shiraz, and his father, Dexter. Dogun, and even Midas. Then Vodnik and the kinship of his daughter, Rowena. Jetta and her family, including the father of her daughter, Wasp. And now Wasp too? Macabre wasn't sure if she could bear the idea of surviving the untimely death of a second child. She knew if the Reaper got his way, that would likely be the end result. But maybe, just maybe, Wasp and Boneza were together somewhere. Somewhere else, far away from these wretched islands and the dark cloud that seemingly hung over them. Her heartbeat began to soften and slow, but she did not move immediately to stand. Instead, the frightened mare basked in the morning's gentle sun, and nipped lazily with her whiskered lips at the brittle, browning blades of grass and leaves within reaching distance. She tried to slow her thoughts, and turn them to something else besides Wasp for just a few moments. But she wasn't successful. 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." Replies:
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