[open] I’ve bled for less { All Inhabitants }

[Shadowmere]

I’ve bled for less, for sure, then best…

A shrill whinny carries across the territory. Calling to whomever may be lingering, the new and old blood of the Chamber alike, to gather in the clearing as she stood cloaked in glimmering night in front of the burning tree at the heart of the territory. She had waited days, yet no one answered her challenge. The dark mare finally had her crown, and the raven who bestowed it upon her was perched atop one of her spiraled horns. She felt herself clawing out of the black hole she had let herself spiral into within her own mind. It held her prisoner for years and turned her mind to a black pit of tangled memories. Until now. The return of Havelock and her unchallenged claim to the throne was enough to bring her back to life from her once withered state of mind. This was her purpose.

”Chamberlings, our kingdom has dwindled in numbers…The Chamber I knew from almost a century’s past was once a powerful kingdom, full of ambition and struck fear into our enemies. As your new queen, I vow that I will lead us to rekindle the old flame from these dying embers!”

The dark queen's voice was strong with a resolve that had long been slumbering beneath half a century of self doubt and misery, the aura of night around her pulsing with her intensity. She never thought the day would come that she would wear a crown. Especially not the Chamber's. She felt such deep devotion for the dark kingdom, and watched it through the eras of glory and its downfall. She was sure she could revive it again. She raised her horned head, her inky gaze sweeping over those who gathered and spoke once more.”I seek  dedicated souls, ones with a keen sense for battle, quick on their hooves, who will defend our borders. As well as those who can become one with the very shadows, the eyes and ears of the kingdom. Should you join me, you will be dubbed the Chamber's Shadowsingers and Shadowsworn. ”

The dark queen's words coiled into the air in thick wefts of steam, awaiting the response of those gathered. Hoping to begin their work to bring the kingdom back to its roots, and to see it flourish once again.

~ s h a d o w m e r e

Image by Onvisera

Shadowmere calls to the residents of the chamber for her official coronation from her unchallenged claim to leadership (Here).

She seeks to fill and grow the ranks of the spies aka Shadowsingers, and the army, her Shadowsworn.