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should swing the sword
Posted on January 20, 2021 at 01:16:21 AM by Faldne



Faldne was still assessing how best to approach this first obstacle in the path to her purpose when the stranger approached her.

Having spent more than a year on the fringes of the Vítgríðr’s bustling society, the dark mare still struggled with her identity in a way that was beyond her ability to express. Without the figurative mantle of her position amongst the Sovngarde, bits and pieces of her had begun to fall away, revealing the individual who had been lost amidst the collective. The obligations and authority her rank granted her were something she’d worn like armor, disguising any flaws of her character beneath formality and strict adherence to the purpose she’d clung to. In their absence, she felt vulnerable, but also liberated - far too liberated.

The world lay before her like one of the banquet-tables of Valhalla, filled with so many possibilities that Faldne could only gaze on in rapt hunger, not certain where her feast should begin.

It was the taupe stallion who finally unfroze her, the casual formality of his words irritating the Icelandic mare for a reason she couldn’t begin to express. But it also served to awaken her, as if a film that had ever clouded her sky-blue eyes was suddenly lifted. Here - and everywhere - she was nobody, and beholden to no-one. No longer did she need to indulge in the stilted dance of propriety. Over the past year, Faldne had already become more intimately acquainted with the needs and desires of her own body, becoming more coarse and grounded than those of her kind were wont to be. And now she recalled that she could speak her mind; could share the contents of her thoughts without first passing them through a filter.

So she did.

“Ah - but if you meant t’bother me, I would welcome it,” Faldne responded with an appraising look that gave clue of the meaning that lay beneath these words. This stallion might not be one of her kind, but the exotic cast of his features intrigued the baser half of her nature all the more. And if her words served to kindle the flame of his ardor, what of it? It had been too long since she had taken pleasure from anything in this world, and she was certain enough that no seeds sown at this particular point in time would grow to bear fruit. “I’m no-one, though there're some who call me Faldne. For the purpose of a name, it serves well enough.”

Faldne stretched languidly then, allowing the familiar gesture to drain some of the tension that had begun to build in her small body. After a small eternity of exile, she was hyper-aware of the weight of Evandr’s eyes on her. The sensation of it was a thrill in every sense of the word - filling her with equal parts of dread and excitement. Here, no one was aware of her crimes, and so she could escape their punishment. Here, she could be truly alive again, instead of feeling like a spirit who’d been left behind to haunt the living. Perhaps that was why she did not hasten to pursue her purpose immediately. Perhaps that was why she shifted her weight to settle more comfortably where she stood - as if anticipating a long conversation - and turned her ears amicably towards the spanish-bred stallion. “Tell me, Evandr,” she began abruptly, the sparkle of attraction in her gaze intensifying into something indiscernible, and her voice deepening to a husky murmur. “If the life you lead now were to end, would you still hold to the same responsibility and restraint that you show now? Or would you take t'chance to finally indulge yourself?”

She flushed, aware that her body was listing - no, yearning - towards his in a way that made both her desire and desperation evident. Smiling apologetically, she forced the feral beast of her visceral nature back into its den, where it might hopefully consent to slumber until she could indulge it with the blind violence of a brawl. “I was offered the chance to return to it all - to my old life. But what I wanted then and what's important to me now - they're not t'same, Evandr. And yet without the purpose I knew then, I feel adrift.”

Silence followed for the span of a few breaths - until the seal brown mare broke it with a ragged sigh. “If you would help,” she finally said, her voice softer and yet more haggard than it had been before. “Tell me where t'go when I see no way forward, and yet cannot turn back.”


FALDNE
forsaken daughter of the sovngarde
9 | mare | icelandic | seal brown tobiano splash | 13.2hh


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