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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on March 24, 2020 at 05:38:50 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."

Fear pulsed through her as Macabre clamored into the darkness. Her marbled eyes flitted back and forth, piercing through the trees, trying to make sense of the shadows which drifted underneath the moonlight. The Forest felt so strange and foreign tonight, even though it was once her makeshift home not that long ago. It made the Codebreaker of the Peak feel even more vulnerable. She'd managed to skirt past a scrimmage of bachelor stallions undetected, but she knew eventually her luck would run out. She would be forced to fight at some point tonight - if not for her own life, then maybe for one of her sisters. The thought caused a hard lump to form in her throat but she forged on.

Suddenly, Macabre realized she was alone. The thundering strides of Božena were no longer at her heels. She was left only with the far-off sounds of clashing bodies in the near distance. The petite chestnut mare slowed her pace from a three-beat canter to a stuttering trot and finally to a walk. Her slender legs were careful to pick through the dense brush and vines on the earth's floor as she moved quietly around the edges of the battlefield. Her eyes were peeled for Persephone, and her heart beat fast in her ears as she searched for the familiar frame of the roan mare. But Macabre couldn't find her.

The mare's ears flicked back to her poll upon hearing a disturbance in the brush around her. She spun in a frenzy to face whatever lingered in the distance, as twigs snapped and branches dragged in its wake. Her eyes were wide as she attempted to steady herself - knowing this may be it - the moment she is forced to act. A large mass of a horse's body hovered in the distance. For a second, a ray of moonlight broke through the Forest's canopy overhead, illuminating the stranger in a ghostly light. A chill ran down the length of Macabre's spine as she narrowed her eyes to study them more clearly. It couldn't be...

"Vodnik?" The word left her lips almost involuntarily. She bat her blonde tail over her haunches and held her breath. But then the creature became more clear. "Jesus, Rowena!" She shouted with delayed recognition. And she moved hastily to reach a mare she hadn't seen in.... well, years. "What on earth are you doing here?"




"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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