Posted on September 9, 2019 at 09:51:20 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 studied him in agonizing detail as the hours seemingly passed. She scrutinized the tender, whimsy whiskers which shuttered like leaves from the trees with every gentle exhale he took. She studied the detail of his rich amber eyes. They were so vibrant and warm, unlike her dark, marble-like ones. She took in the unique, but flattering pattern of his loud, tri-colored coat. But most of all, the mother breathed in his scent. Every few minutes, she'd gently drape her muzzle to a different place on his body - the small of his back before his rump, where his mane ended and his withers began, his poll, his cheek- and she'd take in his pure aroma, untouched and untarnished by the world around them, forever committing it to memory. The blood between her legs and matted in her tail from afterbirth had not yet dried when Macabre's beautiful bubble burst. It was as if her worst nightmare was coming true. Time was still moving so slow. As she turned her head to see the familiar frame of the Lagoon Boss coming her way, she couldn't believe it. Her heart began to beat so fast, it stung in her chest. The colt was still blissfully unaware of the danger coming at full force toward them. But Macabre didn't freeze and gawk in fear. Her features changed in an instant. Her face morphed into something more reminiscent of a cold growl, and she launched herself forward to meet Cullen halfway. The muscles in her legs and stifles trembled from the sudden exertion. Her body was still quite exhausted from the labor she'd endured hours before. Over time, Macabre had been stripped of her fear. Her sisters in the Peak gave her confidence. Her daughter inspired her to stand up for herself and for others in need. She no longer cowered in front of aggressive stallions, and she no longer let the acts of violence she had endured but survived cast a stifling cloud over her existence. As for Cullen, well, Cullen had taught Macabre that there were some things so evil, and so vile in the world, that the only way to stop them from inflicting harm on others was end them herself. Someone must. In this moment, Cullen was The Reaper. Her weak body was failing her. She could barely keep plodding along at a three-beat canter. So when the athletic frame of Evren zipped by, Macabre pulled up. Her whiskered nostrils flared as her lungs heaved for a reprieve, and she watched with wide, bloodshot eyes as Evren clashed with the stallion. She sent him tail-tucked back into the sea. "So long, motherfucker." She said hoarsely, mostly to herself. Macabre turned back to the colt, who'd stood starry-eyed, as he watched the scene unfold before him. His mother shepherded him to her side and waited for Evren's return. Much to her surprise, she witnessed Persephone emerge. "He's the Boss of the Lagoon." She answered Evren, matter-of-factly. "A real piece of shit." It was unlike her to talk so crass, but she was hardly herself, physically and emotionally exhausted, and just damn tired of feeling distraught. She studied Persephone for a long moment, and concluded the mare looks no worse for wear, having spent the difficult winter season on Tinuvel. Macabre offered her friend and fellow captive a sheepish, tired smile. "Surprise." She said with the flick of her damp, matted tail. 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." |
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