Posted on April 6, 2020 at 02:07:31 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." This was hardly a fitting setting for the two to catch up by any means, but the petite chestnut mare was convinced that having their paths cross here and now meant something significant. Tears continued to well in Macabre's dark eyes as she stared at her friend, even when Rowena admitted that she was okay. Macabre sighed deeply, as she took in Rowena again under the moonlight, committing this image and this moment to memory. She reached out delicately with her whiskered muzzle and pressed it firmly against her friend's shoulder. "You be careful." She stressed, while locking eyes with her much taller friend. A crash of falling tree branches and snapping twigs erupted in the darkness, and Macabre's head snapped to the left, her dark eyes searching the landscape for any signs on an oncoming intruder. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest with anticipation. This sense of dread that had followed her for her entire life felt so ever-present today, as if it had finally caught up with her. And maybe it had. Maybe it was The Reaper who waited for her here, just beyond what she could make out in the darkness. If that were true, then so be it, she thought. She had to press on for her sisters, to preserve their way of life for the years to come. Macabre nickered lowly as she shot Rowena one last parting glance. "When this is all over, promise you'll come visit us, me and Wasp, in the Peak." She offered, that sheepish grin finding its way back over her lips again. She flicked her blonde tail over he haunches then and pivoted to assess which path she'd take out of this bushel of trees and brush. "We've really missed you." She gave Rowena one last bob of her head, and then trotted off into the trees. 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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