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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on August 30, 2019 at 04:59:35 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."

Time droned on for them in the Forest, even though Macabre hadn't found the answers she was looking for. It was readily apparent that she was pregnant. A foal would be at her heels any day now. And so Cherish, Clarity and her remained on Luthien. The Codebreaker of the Peak felt safe here, despite the absence of her friend, Persephone. Macabre was grateful for the warm welcome they received from the likes of Persephone's herd, like Evren and Tarek. But despite this, there was a restlessness she couldn't cap. Macabre couldn't help but feel somewhat like a helpless refugee.

There was a part of her that was desperate to get back to the Peak. She'd been away for far too long, and she knew she'd be doing her sisters a disservice if she didn't at least attempt to revive the herd and rebuild their lost numbers. With so many challenging, egotistical stallions afoot, the Peak was needed now more than ever. Persephone was being held captive - again - after all. This period of ruthless rule by herd stallions and the Lagoon sure needed to end.

But the Peak wasn't her first and foremost priority. Unfortunately, this foal was about to consume all of her time and energy. It wasn't that Macabre wasn't grateful for the opportunity to be a mother again - it meant the world to her. It was just unexpected, and woefully timed. When Macabre thought about the intimate time she'd spent with Ruger, she didn't regret it. Despite their initial introduction, he'd grown on her. He was kind and polite. A protector, she mused. Someone a younger, more timid version of herself would have followed without a second thought. But the idea of being a mother again, now, after everything that happened gave her pause. Her first child was dead and it was possible that her second was too. Did she deserve this one? Was she capable of raising and protecting it? Her mind naturally raced to the worst case scenarios. She felt unworthy.

Macabre found herself standing along the shoreline in the soft sand watching the waves lap gently over her hooves. So much of what she worried about was out of her control. Her heart ached for Wasp, and silently, she prayed her daughter was still out there, alive and healthy. But most of all, she prayed that wherever Wasp was, she was happy.




"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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