like water flowing into lungs - laura pony

[Anaxarete]

LIKE WATER FLOWING INTO LUNGS. Beqanna had grown dreadfully boring for the shadowmare. She knew that the quiet was just a lull and that somewhere, somehow, chaos would see the light of day soon. It wasn’t a matter of if, merely a matter of when.  But political squabbles did not phase the cold woman, not anymore. These kingdoms were still foreign to her.  They were irrelevant, in her mind and would remain so until she needed more. Anaxarete had been loyal to the Chamber - the kingdom that possessed the beating heart of Atrox, the kingdom to which she had pledged her own soul. These new lands born of magic beyond even her control didn’t hold the blood and loyalty of the past.  It was a pity, really.  Without the Chamber, the shadowspinner was ungrounded in this new world. To this point she’d lingered in the shadows - biding her time, awaiting an opportunity.  But the boredom - the boredom motivated her now in unpredictable ways.  She had no allegiance anymore - no bonds of loyalty to keep her restrained in any way.  So yes, this lull was more dangerous than it looked.  More and more, she found herself wandering the common lands of Beqanna - now only vaguely familiar to her.  She slips from the shadows surrounding the river with little fanfare.  The shadowmare did not stop at the river’s banks, wading into the rushing water.  The shadows immediately wove their way into the water, turning the clear water an inky black.  The shadowmare, unfazed, lowered her nose to drink.  The current pulled the blackness downriver - spreading like a stain through the crystal water.  She raised her head - watching as the darkness spread. A N A X A R E T E been there, done that

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SORRY FOR THIS WEIRD GROSS STARTER.
@[laura]