09-07-2017, 06:55 PM
tantalize
Through those times you are gone
You won’t do this alone
It was strange how the various offspring and decedents of two horses were eternally drawn to each other, moths to a flame. Deimos and Ophelia were a story long closed and mostly forgotten. And yet while one of the two still took breath, their children (and children’s children) tried to replay the chapters over and over again. Star crossed lovers, bitter enemies, lasting friendships or frenemies… A tangled web, their fates woven forever within each other. A cruel twist of fate? A sign of true love’s unwillingness to let go?
The granddaughter of that fated mare had undergone her own trials that had dragged her through the mud, broken her into pieces. Even those her knew her best had only seen her stoicism, the cool anger that she had flooded onto her people and then her enemies. They hadn’t seen the nights she had crumpled into herself, the stained trails along her russet cheeks where tears had fallen freely. Wanting nothing more then to believe in someone and trust.
She had never been able to forget Lion’s face. The lies that refused to be erased, the far cry of love that had been their’s. It sickened her how much she had given her heart to him. More than she had with the boy of stone. Only to be set aside for something new, something prettier. And when she had refused to accept it, he had tried to break her spirit. Abusing her body, taking something he never had a right to take.
Her faith had been shaken and never repaired. And love? That had gone out the window despite that shard of her that fluttered with need. Waiting to be proven wrong. A reason good enough to believe again.
How her thoughts are dragged into these dark moments are beyond her. Suddenly her travels to this place sour the joy of exploring the unknown, a ragged wound reopened. One that had been straining at the seams for so long. The ache that floods her is as fresh as they day it happened. She feels that sting threatening to expose her at the corner of her golden eyes. Broken hearts were suppose to heal with time, hers had not. Dropping her head slightly, letting her dark forelock fall and cover her pain.
She doesn’t hear his steps through the snow, overwrought as she continues to push her muzzle through the wetness. Trying to find her hold within herself once more. Everything had been fine, so why now? What was the cause for this sudden explosion in her chest? This remembrance of things she had pushed down long ago. Raising her head slightly, she sees him watching her. His mane a tangled mess along his neck, unkempt and gritty. Rusty and soot stained. Handsome and young beneath his rugged exterior.
She was not so old that she was no longer beautiful. Time here played by different rules and one could be hundreds of years old and only look a day over seven. She had lost count of how many years had passed but still felt like the young Khaleesi she had once been. Her eyes, now somewhat glossy, narrow upon him. Spotting that glint in his eye all to well. ”See something you like?” She spats angrily, muscles coiling beneath her dark skin and making the dappled spots along her neck ripple. Curved ears slipping beneath thick black tendrils of hair as they lace back against her skull.
The only good thing about what happened that day with the Dale King was that she would never let herself be taken advantage of again. If this raggedy man tried something, she would kill him.
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