08-03-2020, 11:19 AM
It was a voice that perked her ears, a familiar voice that brought a humored look to her face. So there were some old codgers still hanging around. There were some old names and faces that were left over from an ancient day long ago. The black mare lifted her head, perked those ears, and set those slightly sunken, blood red eyes in the direction of his voice.
The Beach, he had said. She remembered this place. She had been there before, many times, but never for her own death. Could she even die? No, probably not. Carefully, deliberately, she picks her hooves from the ground. She moves from the Meadow through the lands. Her pace is ambling and smooth, though her bones creak and crack ever so slightly. Other than that, her age was nothing more than a number.
Despite the ambling pace, the black mare still reached the Beach in decent time. There was still only one tiny little mare standing before the familiar beast she called Carnage. As she stopped before then, a wicket grin curled up the sides of her lips. “Carnage,” she said, her voice crackling slightly. “What an unpleasant surprise.”
Her ears twitched with the sounds of his voice. She almost laughed as he spouts some nonsense about Beqanna being susceptible. It’s not that she doesn’t believe that, but rather that she doubted he cared so much about that as he did about finding answers for himself. This was Carnage, after all. She doubted he did anything for anyone’s anything but himself. That was why he had summoned others before him, to do the dirty work that he didn’t want to do.
Blasphemare had traveled to many different lands and many different worlds in the time she had been gone from Beqanna, but never before had she died. This interested her. She tilted her head in a curious stare. This was one thing she had never tested and never been curious to test, though she had had theories about death and being reborn before. But what would she get out of this? Previously, quests have you gifts in Beqanna, but she needed nothing. There was no gift that could compare to the one she already had, the gift she shared with Carnage himself. Even so, she had already made up her mind. This was something she had never done before that suddenly she wanted to do.
Slowly, she steps toward the grey stallion, and carefully, she wraps herself around him. As she swings back around to his head, she lifts her lips to his ears and purrs lovingly into them, “why don’t you join us?” With a laugh, she dances away, and that’s when she felt his magic wrap around her, felt it twisting and tearing into her flesh, ripping her piece by piece from the bone until she was nothing more than a lump of flesh on the ground and a whisper in the wind.
The afterlife was cold and harsh, grey and...ghostly. That was no surprise to the old mare. She still stood upon the beach, thought it was different, hollow and lonely. And she was nothing but a shadow of what she once was.
The Beach, he had said. She remembered this place. She had been there before, many times, but never for her own death. Could she even die? No, probably not. Carefully, deliberately, she picks her hooves from the ground. She moves from the Meadow through the lands. Her pace is ambling and smooth, though her bones creak and crack ever so slightly. Other than that, her age was nothing more than a number.
Despite the ambling pace, the black mare still reached the Beach in decent time. There was still only one tiny little mare standing before the familiar beast she called Carnage. As she stopped before then, a wicket grin curled up the sides of her lips. “Carnage,” she said, her voice crackling slightly. “What an unpleasant surprise.”
Her ears twitched with the sounds of his voice. She almost laughed as he spouts some nonsense about Beqanna being susceptible. It’s not that she doesn’t believe that, but rather that she doubted he cared so much about that as he did about finding answers for himself. This was Carnage, after all. She doubted he did anything for anyone’s anything but himself. That was why he had summoned others before him, to do the dirty work that he didn’t want to do.
Blasphemare had traveled to many different lands and many different worlds in the time she had been gone from Beqanna, but never before had she died. This interested her. She tilted her head in a curious stare. This was one thing she had never tested and never been curious to test, though she had had theories about death and being reborn before. But what would she get out of this? Previously, quests have you gifts in Beqanna, but she needed nothing. There was no gift that could compare to the one she already had, the gift she shared with Carnage himself. Even so, she had already made up her mind. This was something she had never done before that suddenly she wanted to do.
Slowly, she steps toward the grey stallion, and carefully, she wraps herself around him. As she swings back around to his head, she lifts her lips to his ears and purrs lovingly into them, “why don’t you join us?” With a laugh, she dances away, and that’s when she felt his magic wrap around her, felt it twisting and tearing into her flesh, ripping her piece by piece from the bone until she was nothing more than a lump of flesh on the ground and a whisper in the wind.
The afterlife was cold and harsh, grey and...ghostly. That was no surprise to the old mare. She still stood upon the beach, thought it was different, hollow and lonely. And she was nothing but a shadow of what she once was.