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[Anaxarete]

LIKE WATER FLOWING INTO LUNGS. My, how this place has changed. Anaxarete, on the other hand, has not. The little mare was conspicuous by virtue of her ordinary appearance.  Small in stature, battle scarred, but otherwise unremarkable to the naked eye. She preferred it that way, knowing full well that she was more than capable into altering her appearance into something more visually formibitable. However, that had never been her style.   There was only a lingering sense of familiarity that tugged at her senses as the cold woman stepped from the shadows.  She’d been spending more and more time among the darkness and less in the world of the living.  A soft snort left dark nostrils as the scent of horseflesh assaulted her senses, a visceral reminder that she’d left her solitude behind. Perhaps it was nothing more than morbid curiosity that drew her back to this place, but you’d be foolish to assume such a thing.  Somewhere, buried deep, there was a lingering bitterness for the place she once knew and what had become of it.  However, the shadow mare was anything but sentimental.  Maybe once upon a time in a different life, a mortal life, she would have had time to value such things. But not now. Not anymore. She mused, for a moment, how long she’d stay idle in this land before calling her children back to her side.  In this land reborn of her home, she had no allegiance to anything but her own will, unpredictable as it was. But before she made her next move, she needed to familiarize herself with this place and those that now called these lands home.  I’d been far too long since she’d given herself such a tantalizing project. So the shadow woman stepped into the afternoon sun, leaving the shadows swirling in her wake. A N A X A R E T E been there, done that

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