10-04-2021, 02:48 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
Fyr was well acquainted with death but he had never seen the ugliness of it in person. The body without its soul, the empty shell left behind when the soul merged into the otherworld.
He had looked upon the face of the jaguar mare (spotted like him, a jolting awareness of his own mortality, an out of body reminder that so many of them were connected in ways they didn’t realize) and she had looked like she was sleeping despite the savage wounds along her russet body. Behind him had stood the Prince and his unicorn sister, along with a small group of others. Some who cared, some who were simply nosy. She had been carefully moved on a small bed of flowers arranged on the cliffs over the sea, a peaceful place that matches the serenity of her expression in death.
It was a heavy burden to place on a boy as young as he but the jaguar colt had lost his innocence quickly after birth. The request to help was not one he shied from, already keeping a painful secret from the black and gold stallion with the soul of his daughter that he had befriended. He hadn’t gotten to know Tantalize well in the few months she had lived in the Pampas but she had always been kind to him in passing. And the familiarity…. There was nothing in him, not even the darkness, that wanted to say no.
He had swallowed hard as he looked at the dried blood on the fallen mare, the crumpled wings, the marks of assault. And then, solemnly, he closes his eyes as the mare and her small pyre of blooms erupt into flames.
A fitting goodbye for a warrior Queen.
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Melancholy fell over the flowered hills as its ruler spent more time near the sea and less time amongst his court. The air is weighted, as if the land itself recognizes the growing loss of it’s overseer, and he wonders if that is just another magical way the dark Fae is connected to the earth or has to do with death itself. Regardless, he feels smothered, and so he makes for the inviting coolness of the forest.
It’s not just to escape, the reason he comes here. His conversation with his mother still presses on his brain. “He could be your father.” She had said when he had mentioned his random encounter with the golden stallion that looked quite similar to himself. Aela was usually right in most things. She was probably right in this as well. Still, his young heart was wary of asking. It doesn’t keep him from wanting to see him though. Perhaps it was the death of the mare who shared his spots, perhaps it was the stony silence emanating from her son, or maybe it was a mix of all of the above as well as curiosity that spurs him into the action of searching the dark woods for Firion.
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