06-24-2015, 12:15 PM
fiasko
She’s not sure what made her decide to come to the field during such horrible weather. As she walks over the border into the herdless territory, the wind and rain hurls itself against her body, soaking her down to the bone. It’s freezing and it makes her want to turn around, but considering she made the trip here she think she might as well wait it out. She should at least make some attempt to recruit - the Gates is, as always, in desperate need of new members.
Unfortunately though it seems that many other horses have decided to take shelter rather than wait it out. The territory seems oddly empty today, or at least far more empty than the last time she was here. She’s struck by an errant thought as she walks - it’s funny actually how things have changed since her last trip here. Then she had still been a diplomat. Now she is a queen, and pregnant to boot. Not that being queen is overly impressive when you are a ruler of a kingdom of five horses, including yourself and your co-ruler.
She’s considering finally giving up when a gathering of horses catches her eye. Such a large group means that it’s unlikely she’d be able to recruit the horse their targeting, but she might as well check it out. Even if the horse is not interested in coming with her, she might at least be able to glean some small amounts of information from the horses trying to recruit her. She is so woefully uninformed.
The closer she grows the more interested in the party she becomes. They all seem to be centred about a massive red mare who, like Fiasko, is completely soaked from the rain. And the horses that have approached her are certainly peaking her interest. There’s a scarred black stallion, a pretty grey mare, a paler mare with a set of splendid wings sprouting out of her shoulders and finally, a mare covered in tattoos of flame. She knows who the last one must be - she’s heard the stories. Scorch, the Amazon Khaleesi.
She sidles up behind the group, then steps forward so that she’s more visible. Once doing such a thing would have terrified her - having to show the ruined mess that is her face to such a large group of horses would have been one of her worst nightmares. But now she only has a small twinge of nerves before she speaks. Who cares if they are shocked by her face? She has friends that do not care. And she has Jason, and he thinks she’s beautiful. “Quite the gathering here!” She smiles, though it is twisted slightly by her scars. “I’m Fiasko. Queen of the Gates.” It’s the first time she’s ever used her title while introducing herself and it feels more than a little odd. But with another queen here it would seem dishonest to omit it.
i'm still waiting for the world to end