Meadow

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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on May 21, 2019 at 06:14:29 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."

A flutter of worry filled Macabre's heart as she watched Cherish trudge through the brush to reach them. Cherish was kind and delicate, but it was her stunted intellectual ability that made things, well, difficult. The Peak mare often wondered what had lead Cherish to become the mare she was now - certainly neglect and abuse at some point in her lifetime had traumatic, irreversible consequences. Macabre of course would never fault the mare for having lead what clearly was a tough life up until this point. It just made her ability to move along quickly and without detection that much more complicated.

Macabre smiled sweetly at her friend as she approached. There was a gentleness to Macabre that warmed when she was around Cherish and her filly. Maternal instincts came naturally to her, despite only truly ever being able to mother just one child of her own in her life. Two brown earlobes flick forward and Macabre frowns as she listens to her question. "Well, I think we should stay here for a little longer. We could all use some rest." She offered, her dark eyes flicking from Cherish to Clarity now. The mare's stomach churned tightly with fear of the unknown when she thought too long about what came next for the trio. "We shouldn't stay here in the Meadow, necessarily. We'll move about the commons for now. We don't want to stay squatting in the same place for too long." She continued.

But the end game, of course, was to get off this island. The question remained, however, where to next? Macabre had given it a lot of thought, of course. If she had been by herself, she likely would have bee-lined it back to Atlantis, to live out the rest of her years in solitude in a warmer climate. But Wasp could still be out there... And Macabre had to make sure Cherish and Clarity found a soft place to land first, as well.

The flaxen chestnut mare breathes a heavy sight and offers Cherish a reassuringly bob of her head, as if to tell her not to worry, she had everything in control. "I have a friend who lives in the Forest." Macabre said after some time. "Her name is Persephone. Maybe you met her, she too spent some time in the Lagoon." Macabre offers, watching Cherish now for any signs of familiarity. "You'd like her. She's very nice. And I think she'd keep us safe."

It was the best plan she could come up with, given her lack of resources and the unusual circumstances of the three of them being a small band of their own. "In order to make the swim, we'll need to be rested."

"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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[>>] - By Vinyl May 22, 2019 at 06:29:48 PM

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