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Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

he who passes the sentence
Posted on January 28, 2021 at 01:27:40 AM by Faldne



The dark woman was no less unbalanced by this stranger stallion’s behavior, though her reaction was perhaps less apparent at a glance. Having extended the tendrils of her interest and desire, Faldne was just as quick to withdraw them for one reason: she’d expected to meet the same unyielding wall of custom and stiff courtesy that prevailed in her homeland. Instead, what she found was flesh that was as warm and willing as her own – if not quite as wanton. Had she anticipated that the evidence of her hunger might be met with anything other than rejection, the stocky mare might have devoted more of her efforts to the pursuit. As it was, her mercurial mood had already shifted before she recognized the faint spark that might have portended interest, and the desperation of her thoughts was already grasping for another means of connecting with this solitary soul.

Perhaps it was shameful to covet another creature in such a way – but after spending too long as a ghost, there was nothing Faldne wanted more than to become a part of something real again.

Twisting, coiling under the direction of her impulsive nature, the next words that they exchange were less superficial, and much closer to the core of the enigmatic woman’s nature. In her previous life, the pursuit of such wisdom carried great weight – even greater, perhaps, than the burden of her own duties. In other words, the truth that she shared was more intimate than any physical act that Faldne might have sought solace in, and the response that Evandr offered was proportionately more fulfilling. But the shaggy brown-and-white creature could not help but to lean into the physical contact the pearl stallion offered regardless, clinging tightly to the final shreds of her resolve. “You are as well-spoken as any gođi,” she offered in a voice that was both warmed by approval and roughened by scorn. “They too had a gift for veiling truths that did not suit them. But I need none of such ‘kindness’ from you, Evandr.”

Tilting the dish of her skull to one side, Faldne regarded the outland stallion with renewed curiosity – as if this new perspective might reveal more about him than what she’d already seen. The silken threads of her forelock tumbled across one eye, but did not entirely conceal the softening that had taken place in their icy-blue irises. And in a tone that was gentler to match, the seal brown mare continued. “I know that I’m a fool to pursue a path that fills me with such uncertainty. But Evandr – I had hoped to find something different here. And I did... I found you.” As if realizing how sentimental and vulnerable her words sounded, the Icelandic woman was quick to reassert herself with the coarser voice in which she’d originally spoken. “If nothing else, it’s a relief t’get away from all the stiff-necked pride that prevails back home.”

Of everything that she feared, the return of her own pride was perhaps the greatest. She had witnessed firsthand what arrogance could do – how easily it could blind those whose thoughts it tainted. Of those who served justice, only she had awakened in time to remain true to its cause. And for that, she had been stripped bare, the lash of shame applied to her again and again until her very soul was left bleeding. The upward curve of Faldne’s lips trembled when she pressed them to Evandr’s shoulder in an exchange of the same sympathy he’d offered hers, and her voice became a wistful murmur. “You are a humble creature, Evandr – and I pray that your own search should never change that.” Leaning into the stallion and inhaling deeply of the scents that clung to his skin, Faldne let her pale eyes fall closed. It was a gesture born of self-contempt more than anything else; she had only traded one vice for another.

Faldne was no longer proud, but her desire to claim this living creature in any way that she could proved how truly selfish she had become.


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


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