{Voudou || Mare || 6 years || Gates}
It wasn't long before the gentle thud of hoofbeats brought an equine into Voudou's presence. Oh god what a joke. Was this seriously the only one nearby to talk to? The bastard spawn of Fiasko?
A new flurry of quiet rage bubbled in her gut, but Voudou stood her ground, standing tall and proud. It was immediately clear that the filly didn't recognize Voudou which wasn't surprising; afterall, they had only met once and the thing had barely started walking at the time. Not about to waste this opportunity, the black vixen took a step forward, making it clear she wasn't about to go anywhere despite the cold, unwelcoming aura that hovered around Sidra. That was her name right? Sure.
"Where are your parents darling? I have no business dealing with you. You're barely mature enough to talk to strangers anyway," though her voice was sweet, there was no mistaking the bitterness in her words. The ebony fae had no time to deal with this youngster if she didn't have to. Sidra, while beautiful, looked beaten and cold. Something wasn't right in the Gates, it felt... lifeless almost. No more welcoming than the frosty emptiness that Voudou carried with her everywhere she went. But this was the only place she knew of where Jason might be, and she desperately wanted to see him, it had been a couple long long years without him. Voudou closed her eyes momentarily, remember this land as she had first seen it, green and lush, full of places to explore and discover. As much as she hated this entire territory, it also held a strangely dear place in her heart. Probably just because of Jason, that gorgeous, blue-hued, magic stallion that had been there for her through her worst.
A snort and quick shake of the head brought her out of it. With a small smile, she continued speaking, "Forget your parents actually, I just need to talk to Jason. Fiasko is of little use to me at this point in time. Don't worry, he knows who I am, and despite my best efforts so does your mom. Hell I damned near let Fiasko raise my baby boy along with you, but god only knows how he would have turned out then." Better than he is now, her mind screamed at her but she ignored the thought. Geremy was a beautiful boy, cocky and rude just like his mama.
A new flurry of quiet rage bubbled in her gut, but Voudou stood her ground, standing tall and proud. It was immediately clear that the filly didn't recognize Voudou which wasn't surprising; afterall, they had only met once and the thing had barely started walking at the time. Not about to waste this opportunity, the black vixen took a step forward, making it clear she wasn't about to go anywhere despite the cold, unwelcoming aura that hovered around Sidra. That was her name right? Sure.
"Where are your parents darling? I have no business dealing with you. You're barely mature enough to talk to strangers anyway," though her voice was sweet, there was no mistaking the bitterness in her words. The ebony fae had no time to deal with this youngster if she didn't have to. Sidra, while beautiful, looked beaten and cold. Something wasn't right in the Gates, it felt... lifeless almost. No more welcoming than the frosty emptiness that Voudou carried with her everywhere she went. But this was the only place she knew of where Jason might be, and she desperately wanted to see him, it had been a couple long long years without him. Voudou closed her eyes momentarily, remember this land as she had first seen it, green and lush, full of places to explore and discover. As much as she hated this entire territory, it also held a strangely dear place in her heart. Probably just because of Jason, that gorgeous, blue-hued, magic stallion that had been there for her through her worst.
A snort and quick shake of the head brought her out of it. With a small smile, she continued speaking, "Forget your parents actually, I just need to talk to Jason. Fiasko is of little use to me at this point in time. Don't worry, he knows who I am, and despite my best efforts so does your mom. Hell I damned near let Fiasko raise my baby boy along with you, but god only knows how he would have turned out then." Better than he is now, her mind screamed at her but she ignored the thought. Geremy was a beautiful boy, cocky and rude just like his mama.