i'll never be your chosen one: any

[Anaxarete]

A N A X A R E T E. The shadowmare doesn’t patrol the border physically, but that does not mean she allows it to remain unguarded. The breeze that twisted through the sandstone canyons whispered secrets in her ear. And today they whispered of a stranger approaching. So in little more than a wisp of shadow, she finds herself standing along her border - watching as the stranger draws to a halt. She can feel his anger - feel it wrapping itself around him around like a stormcloud.  It had been some time since she’d encountered such an empath. It was enough to pique her interest on an otherwise quiet day. “Well, well…” she began, inclining her head towards the gold and blue stallion. There was something about him - a whisper in his blood. A whisper of her blood.  This did little to minimize her interest in this stranger. “Who are you?” she asks, her voice devoid of emotion, but still pensive. “And what brings you to our border in such a state?” she asked, unmistakably referring to the anger seeping out of him.  She couldn’t help but be thankful that she had been the one to find him here. Had it been one of her little monsters discovered him in such a state it would have triggered an absolute frenzy. Had that been the case, there’d have been nothing but bleached bones along the border. queen of the shadows.