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Making love to a m e m o r y [Cherish, any]
Posted on May 24, 2019 at 05:42:37 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."

Macabre didn't feel good about it. But the time had come.

She stood back along the shoreline as she watched Cherish and Clarity emerge into the surf, taking careful and perhaps unsure steps into the shallow seawater. When the filly looked back at her she bobbed her head and pinned her ears, reiterating that there was no time to waste. The trio had to leave the common isle.

They'd spent the span of several weeks on the move - rounding from the commons to the meadow to the falls and vice versa. Macabre worried if they stayed in one place for too long, the bachelor herd would catch their scent.

The goal was to reach Luthien and head to the Forest. That's where Persephone lived, and that was their best hope at finding a safe place to land. Cullen no doubt would come looking for them in the Peak. And with no sisters left to man the mountain, the Peak had been reduced to merely a trap for them. It was time to leave the island all together.

So they swam. Macabre stayed behind them, offering compliments and words of encouragement during briefs moments of struggle. The swim was tough, despite the warm season and warmer waters. And when the clouds turned dark over their heads, the currents became even tougher to cut through. Clarity seemed to struggle the most at first, but eventually the storm's unpredictability took a toll on all of them. After some time trying to fight against the winds and the piercing rain, even Macabre struggled to keep her head above the water line.

A hazy island in the distance was growing bigger the more they drifted with the way the storm took them. "There. Keep going!" Macabre shouted out against the battering winds, hoping Cherish and Clarity could hear her voice over the howls. Macabre then stopped fighting the current, and let it carry her toward Atlantis. She rolled onto the sandy shore of Paradise exhausted and out of breath, her muscles burning in protest, and the sides of her barrel rising and falling in shallow huffs.

Her dark eyes turned back to the sea, hoping to see Cherish and her daughter rising from the waters, too. Before she looked forward at the jungle in the distance, worried about what could await them next.




"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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