09-03-2016, 06:56 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
Before the mare can speak (preoccupied as she is with the mountain), two more males approach. Once upon a time the beast would have looked upon them as rivals for a female’s attention, but now they are just two more lost souls in his company. The words that come from the (obviously pregnant) one’s mouth echo the emptiness that the black stallion feels growing within himself. He can only nod in understanding, words escaping him.
Then the mare speaks. She confirms her home is gone as well. As he had imagined - everything was wiped clean. There was little comfort to be had, but at least Beqanna did not play favorites. They would all start with a clean slate. But did he really? He had to revive his lover. His Valley must be reborn. Did they all share that same sentiment?
“Gunsynd” is his reply. He directs it at the three of them for convenience sake. He does not bother to ask where they were all from - it either didn’t matter anymore, or it would rouse more sadness. Besides, he does not want to know. They were just horses now, right? Isn’t this what the terrible fairy had wanted? To bring them all to their knees to crawl around in the dust with one another playing nice? Well she had succeeded, he couldn’t deny that.
His bloodshot eyes scan the three of them, all looking rather miserable and confused. His eyes sting from his lack of sleep and his vigil he had held on the side of the dreaded mountain. Finally he replies, his words feeling like sandpaper in his throat. “It appears that all the magic is gone. And the mountain has formed as a result. Magic still exists there, but you cannot stay for long.” He had tried. He had stayed longer than was wise. But ultimately the detestable fairy had forced him to descend. “All of the lands are gone.” He continues, his voice catching a little now. “But from on the mountain I could see that there were areas shrouded by magic. There are lands, but we can’t reach them yet. I’m not sure what they are planning, but we must do what we always do.” He pauses, shaking some of the tangled locks from his face. “Rebuild.”
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