03-06-2017, 06:10 PM
Epithet had come looking for her child. She had hoped to see a reflection of her own self in the face of a pretty, wide eyed mare. She had sought her legacy.
Of course she would be disappointed.
The sounds of her mother, the great and benevolent Charlemagne, is what meets the tenderness of her pale ears. Her voice ragged and smokey, making Epi cringe and look to find the source of the noise. And there in all her radiant golden glory stood the ancient mare.
The words reach her, she listens, the malice and toying syllables wash over her. Full of piss and vinegar. "Mother." The bone white mare breathes the word through tight lips, watching the woman carefully. Charlemagne was dangerous but without her protective shield of magic? She was nothing more than a pussy cat...
with fangs and claws.
"What do you want, mother? Have you been cast out without your magic? Have they used you all up and spit you out? Where are your loyal subjects now?" Epi speaks slow and low as she watches the deadly viper that was the dark legged witch. Epi had learned to never turn her back on Charlemagne and she wouldn't not start now just because she lacked her power. A snake's head can still bite even if it has been lobbed off.
Epithet